Spring arrives in Arkansas in a burst of color. One week the trees are bare, and the next the roads are lined with pink redbuds and bright white dogwoods.
That shift always sends me looking for gardens to wander. I’ve spent plenty of afternoons doing exactly that, strolling through places filled with wildflowers, towering trees, and carefully tended beds.
Arkansas has a way of surprising people, and its gardens prove it. They stretch across the state, from the Ozark highlands to the piney woods in the south…