He was particularly drawn to the fountain. He asked about the pennies, nickels, and dimes glinting in the shallow basin. “People throw in a coin whenever they want to make a wish,” I explained.

A former BCH volunteer shared her memory of the Prouty Garden this weekend in Boston Globe Magazine (see "Special wishes in the Children’s Hospital garden"). It is a wonderful piece that we know you will enjoy reading:

http://www.bostonglobe.com/magazine/2016/10/07/special-wishes-children-hospital-garden/t4sv5Sndwz24ElNWqDg2hN/story.html?event=event25

Her story touches upon the intangible thing that those who have found solace in the Prouty Garden have trouble articulating. It is a sense of wonder that exists in that half-acre healing space. The delight of discovering a hidden statue or fountain, a private shady spot to sit, a bug or a bird or a bunny.

This is a different kind of healing, one that cannot be replicated indoors, or on a terrace or a rooftop. This is the only medicine for the grueling aspects of hospital life. The Prouty Garden is the sole escape for hospital staff and patient families and of course the children who so desperately need to feel normal, if only for a short time.

We will continue to work to save the Prouty Garden and we hope you will join us in our efforts. If you would like to donate to our cause, please visit https://www.gofundme.com/saveprouty.