Sweet, sweet Wadmalaw

  There aren't too many roads on Wadmalaw but the few long ones there are beautiful ones. Right now the trees are turning green and hanging over the road and the grass is still partially brown with leaves from the"Charleston harsh" winter. There are bright green patches of grass popping out all along the road and it's a happy thing to see spring finally here! (I wrote that paragraph 2 months ago.)
When I was younger I used to only hear about living on Wadmalaw Island and now I am temporarily living here. I've taken rides out to Wadmalaw when I was younger but only half-ass remember them. Those were those long country road rides and this was before there were new houses and condos. It was just small houses all over John's Island, Wadmalaw, Edisto, Ravenel, even Mount Pleasant was considered country at one point. I guess everywhere was all country before humans took it all over.

I have never seen more people care about the roads and trash along the main road on Wadmalaw then the people here. Not West Ashley, not North Charleston, not James Island not even Mount Pleasant or Daniel Island have I seen less trash on the side of the roads. It is because of the caring people of the island that are always out there.
I know it will eventually happen, but I can only hope that the island will stay small and undeveloped. It is beautiful with a strange feeling about it. There have been a couple friends that have said that they are scared of the island and get a sense of supernatural feelings around them,  and one of these people grew up there. More tourist are going to Wadmalaw to visit the only tea plantation in America, the firefly distillery, the vineyard there or to go to the Rockville Regatta. And that's ok to visit, but please... don't stay! Haha ok. Thank you Wadmalaw for letting us stay with you for a few months. It has been great, you are beautiful and please, don't grow.  Until we see ya again... goodbye sweet, sweet Wadmalaw!!!


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