During my five year, later-in-life teaching career, we once had a group of First Nation’s children from north of the Arctic Circle visit the school for a week. They were taken to Canada’s Wonderland, Niagara Falls and elsewhere. The aspect of Southern Ontario that most fascinated them was TREES. At the ringing of the bell after each recess, we had to fetch them from high in the trees.
Today I visited the park north of the Ontario Legislative Building.
Here there are many long-lived trees both native and from abroad.
Part of the park is currently fenced off:
Views from the park:
Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare head. – Li Po (700–761)