Sacred Places

Fello Annapolis

A junk yard of tires and broken bottles, now a garden for all five senses.

Garden path lined with purple flowers leading to a boulder at Fello Annapolis
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WHERE

Annapolis, MD

SETTING

Neighborhood

PARTNER INSTITUTION

Fello

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Where it is

931 Spa Road, Annapolis, MD 21401

What happens here

The garden serves people with disabilities, their families, and the Annapolis community. It sits along the Spa Creek Trail, which connects West Street, the main street in Annapolis, to the city's residential neighbourhoods.

Fello Annapolis
Fello Annapolis

HOW IT CAME TO BE

Old tires and invasive plants.

01

The Need

The Fello Annapolis property was a useless junk yard of old tires, concrete, blacktop, broken bottles, non-native trees, and invasive plants.

02

The Vision

Fello set out to create a MaryLandscapes Sensory Garden for people with disabilities, their families, and the wider Annapolis community, focused on the five human senses. The garden has become a living legacy to the many volunteers and sponsors who committed themselves to bringing the joys of nature to their fellow citizens.

03

The Transformation

The junk yard became a native garden laid out as a small urban park of diverse mini-gardens: a dogwood grove, woodland ferns, a wildflower meadow, a butterfly station, a rock garden, a wetlands pond. Plants, shrubs, and trees were chosen for varied textures, fragrances, shapes, colours, and water sounds.

WHO TENDS IT

Caroline Slobodzian
Caroline Slobodzian

Firesoul, Fello Annapolis

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Lindsay Robinson
Lindsay Robinson

Firesoul, Fello Annapolis

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HEAR FROM THE VISITORS

The Little Yellow Journal

The Little Yellow Journal

Handwritten journal entry dated July 12, 2010 from the Little Yellow Journal at Fello Annapolis
Handwritten journal entry dated July 12, 2010 from the Little Yellow Journal at Fello Annapolis
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From the Little Yellow Journal

I've been wanting to come here when I lived in Eastport. I never had/made the time. Now, I live in Arnold. I had my children in car and was stopped at the light. I pulled in and let the kiddos run around while I stole a quiet moment. Thank you, ARC, for the solitude in this crazy world.

– Y.P., single mom

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