Shaking Up the Center of Classic Charleston with a Wild Heart

Shaking Up the Center of Classic Charleston with a Wild Heart
  Colonial Lake Just Before Dawn on a Summer Day. Kellen Goodell photo. Plantsman and author, Jenks Farmer, in his first Guest Rant, tells a story of a dream come true. How do I describe that sensation of not feeling the effects of the atmosphere? When for a moment, there’s skin and air and self and the world seem as one? When I’m in it, that equilibrium, there’s a moment before awareness; that’s the best. Those moments come on Maine mornings, Seattle summer afternoons and twilight in the fall, anywhere. Down in low lying, normally humid Charleston I feel one dawn in May. Walking through this park I’m in it for a few seconds. Then the thought registers, and way up overhead, a scratchy, rustling noise of palmettos leaves reminds me. I feel it move a curl of hair against my ear. I smell it, that breeze brings down a rosy... Read More