Last week, my son and I went to see The Lorax. Don’t worry, it’s not at all about indoctrination on my part. It’s one of his favourite stories, and he’s not yet convinced of the importance of trees – in fact, he loves the machine that can cut down four trees in one blow. Let’s face it: trees are a commodity, and we’re constantly reminded of that in the middle of a forest, or even in the city.
I’ve been seeing a lot of this kind of “trees as commodity” lately…
And it hasn’t been pretty.
Though that’s the ultimate end.
In the forest behind where I work, a whole section of naturally-growing forest has been clearcut – for nature. To be replaced by a meadow.
Destroying nature to create it. OK, I’ll bite.
And a few weeks ago, we went in search of morel mushrooms. I thought I’d found a place where they might be – they like sandy soil and grow well where there’s been a burn. Last summer I biked past a place like that,
and made a mental note to go back in the spring. But when we got there, we came across this instead.
It’s not really clear to me why this is happening, or how soon the nature takes over. At the moment it just feels empty. Eerily like the landscape in The Lorax.
Sadly, there were no morels, even in the intact forest. But we lingered anyway, fascinated by the contrast:
And when I see a tree like this
I can’t help but wonder which outlasts the other.