For decades my wife and I have enjoyed jogging around Colonial Lake, and we’ve always parked on Rutledge Avenue across the street from the home where I grew up.
While we love the finished product of the lake’s recent renovation, we’re curious about the logic of its strategic design.
A profuse variety of plants and flowers line both Rutledge and Ashley avenues to the curb. While this lush array of vegetation is a beauty to behold, one can’t exit the car’s passenger side without stepping on a flower or shrub or sinking into wet mulch.
And there are only a couple of paved spots providing entry to the sidewalk surrounding the lake.
It seems to me that a path of grass adjacent to the street would have made more sense, however, not nearly as lovely.
But what do I know about gardening?
Plants won’t live for me. Some of them don’t even wait to die — they commit suicide.