Don’t know if I’m happy

I am trying very hard to be grateful to City Parks for finally starting to cut the grass in Len Rutter Park. So now, on my morning walk instead of having to wade through knee high wet grass, I can now fall over huge lumps of cut grass. Wonderful, what a choice. What’s more the grass in a large section of the park appears to have been poisoned.

Monday, it was beautifully green, Tuesday it was dead. Do you think that the powers that be sit around the tea table on a Friday afternoon thinking of ways to take short cuts on the maintenance of parks? Unfortunately, the voice of reason was not at the table to say, don’t poison the grass – what about the Spotted Eagle Owls, the Guinea Fowl, Herons and all the other birds and little critters that make Len Rutter Park such a magical place.

City Parks, I am totally appalled by your lack of work ethics. If Len Rutter Park was situated in any other city, it would be a valuable cherished asset. But not apparently in the World Class African City of Johannesburg.