The first time I went to the McGill Rose Garden in Charlotte, as we parked I thought that surely we were in the wrong place. There was not a rose in sight. But as I stepped out of the car, the scent of roses wafted over gravel, through chain link and across the railroad tracks to let us know that we had arrived.
The land sits on an old coal yard. It has been lovingly transformed over decades. You can read all about it here.
It's one of my favorite places in Charlotte.
1 comment:
Mine too! Mom
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