I meant to write about this incredible little oasis from the hustlin' of 42nd St & Grand Central Station, but I think a bagel got in the way.
Cue panic.
It's the park directly opposite Flower School, and I spent my lunchtimes in there chasing squirrels and wishing I was a little kid so I could play secret garden.
It's obviously magical, because the garden has asked me to do the flowers for a party it's having next week.
Cue panic.
