I’VE ALWAYS FAVOURED trees. I have beloved specimens all over: a row of maples along our cottage road that looked, in autumn, like acid-dipped ice cream cones; the giant elm with its impossibly high canopy that, until recently, grew in front of my house; the old-growth white pines along the Big Pines Trail in Algonquin Provincial Park.
Trees are easy to love. Their size makes them obvious, for one, and
