The past few
days weeks have seriously been a whirlwind, yet I somehow managed to squeeze in some time to stop and smell the roses. Figuratively speaking. We were driving all around town getting sh*t done, when we saw this presh secret garden. We flipped a bitch, parked the car, and got to exploring (and obviously, photo snapping).
There were so many cool/odd sculptures, huge succulents, and a sign spelt “open Saterdays”. Something about them spelling Saturday wrong was so very quaint. Haha. What kind of super elite place only needs to be open 1 day a week anyways?
I have got to get there on a day where I can actually go inside the place!! Hope you guys enjoy this post, because it is rare to catch me in any color… let alone hot pink.
+ all photos snapped by Kikadoo+