Planting a Tree for Mom
Written by Ian Naisbitt for The Egret – Issue 35 – Number 2
I planted a tree today. I know it doesn’t look like much now, but I followed the routine I have learned to give the slight sprig a good chance of survival. I dug a bigger hole than the pot the sapling was in, broke up the soil-clay mixture from the hole, unpotted the tree and placed it in the hole. Then I replaced the soil in the hole and lightly pressed it down. I made sure to return all the dirt over the potted soil. A tree wrap was placed around the base of the tree. I walked over to the mulch pile and filled up two empty pots with wood chips, spread the mulch around the base of the tree and made it look like a “wood chip doughnut” – the centre lower than the outside.
A teensy twig, eh?
Our community tree planting on Saturday, May 11, was sponsored by Forests Ontario, the Essex Region Conservation Authority, the City of Windsor and the Detroit River Canadian Cleanup. The site being restored to natural habitat is the former City of Windsor wood disposal yard on Cherry Blossom Drive, off Ojibway Parkway. This location is adjacent to the Black Oak Heritage Park and, fortunately, the existing forest will provide native seeds to enhance the naturalization of the city’s former yard. There is enough room at this site to keep our community partnership busy planting trees for a decade!
Even though the location was off the beaten path, over 50 community volunteers showed up to plant a tree for Mother Earth. Since it was the day before Mother’s Day, we planted one for our mom too.
“Celebrate Mom or any of the amazing women who strengthened your roots and made you grow strong and healthy by planting a tree in their honour.”
What a wonderful day to participate in the morning tree planting experience. This was a family event. Young children joined their mothers and grandmothers. Dads were there too. Mother Nature cooperated by providing sunshine and saving the rain until later.
In Zorba the Greek, Nikos Kazantzakis describes an encounter between his principal character and an old man busily at work planting a tree.
“What is it you are doing?” Zorba asks.
The old man replies: “You can see very well what I’m doing, my son. I’m planting a tree.”
“But why plant a tree,” Zorba asks, “if you won’t be able to see it bear fruit?”
And the old man answers: “I, my son, live as though I were never going to die.”
The response brings a faint smile to Zorba’s lips and, as he walks away, he exclaims with a note of irony: “How strange – I live as though I were going to die tomorrow.”
We plant trees today so future generations will enjoy a hike in the cool shade of the forests we are creating.
I planted a tree today: our future forests.