We love trees. But we didn’t fully understand the complexity of urban forests until we started working with City of Boulder’s Forestry Division on their Urban Forest Strategic Plan. Now, when we see our Denver Parks and Recreation crews, we understand the daunting task of preserving and maintaining our beloved tree canopy. We now see the amazing environmental benefits and how our trees play a crucial role in the urban ecosystem– sequestering carbon, providing oxygen, mitigating stormwater runoff and improving our air quality. We also see the imminent threat of pests and diseases, such as the emerald ash borer, in wiping out large swaths of that canopy.
We take them for granted, these giants of our everyday. We tend not to notice them until they are taken down or broken due to crazy winter storms. But when asked how we connect to them, when asked to share a story about that connection, it doesn’t take much to conjure the depth and connections we have with them.
In part of our community outreach, we asked residents of Boulder to share some of their stories. What we received were photographs, childhood stories, poems, and drawings – some of which brought tears to our eyes. And reminded us that we are connected to our very core. Here are some of those stories:
Childhood City Trees
burnt orange bunches of
mountain ash berries
in my first backyard
pink spray of
weeping cherry, the sapling planted
at First Communion,
now topping the house
the so-tall sycamore
between sidewalk and curb
on Seminole Drive
with yellow smooth gaps where
long lengths of bark
sloughed off.
My sister and I peopled the
little moss-covered rooms of
convoluted roots with tiny
sticks and rocks,
a wild doll house
the dogwood in my grandparents' front yard
whose fleshy white petals
we tore, exposing the pink heart
whose low first branches
we clambered up, exploring
leaves arching above me in
our backyard hammock
filtering light into shade
yellow to green
heat to cool
hemlocks sweeping the
ground with soft needles
double-lined with white
inviting us to crawl under
their feathery shelter
each deep snow day
the solemn campus trees
whispering sage advice
casting deep shadow on the quad.
Once a squirrel dropped a
piece of bark right into my
open hand - magic confirmed.
we bring trees in our pockets homesteading
planting a promise
believing in a future of cool shade
and crimson autumn
we share our sighs and
their exhalations
we grow up together in a
tiny forest pocket
arboreal and urban
rooted in this place
where the hell strip
grows green
-Erin Robertson
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We often notice trees as stationary plants that only move with the help of wind, rain or other natural elements. That helps us know they are alive. Another option is viewing the energy that trees emit. During the early or late hours of the day, relax your eyes as if you were caught up in a carefree daydream; focusing on nothing, but still capable of observing. View the edges of the tree and at times you can see shades of transparent silver against the sky background. Every living thing emits energy. Trees give us innumerable opportunities to be aware and connected.
-Steven McGaughey