A photo essay.
Editor’s Note: The exact address of this story’s subject has been withheld for privacy reasons.
If you happen upon a peculiar house in northeast Newhallville, you’ll get butterflies—also flowers, fairies, propeller planes, cherubs, glowing orbs, exotic birds, shining stars, climbing cats and whirligigs, all packed into a lattice-fenced yard about the size of a bathroom.
You’ll also get mixed signals. Signs bearing language like “bless this garden,” “love,” and “welcome” are, well, welcoming. “No trespassing” signs aren’t.
Don’t trespass, but do look, and don’t be above getting low, where gaps in the lattice reveal some of the garden’s best-kept secrets.
Written and photographed by Dan Mims.