Fernwood Botanical Garden

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As Elaine Rowland walks along the path she points out a garden dedicated to her grandmother who spent many fond hours tending to the flowers. Further down the trail, she recalls one of her earliest memories: she was mesmerized by the glowing Christmas lights as her grandfather pulled her sled through the snow covered gardens. As she turns a corner she laughs as she remarks how boldly her own children now run through the grounds claiming them as their own and states, "I guess Fernwood has always been a part of my journey."

Elaine is one of many people who share this sentiment. Speaking to Buchanan natives, one would be forgiven for assuming Fernwood was some how in everyone's backyard. The fondness, familiarity and countless memories shared demonstrate that…