It's hard to be a tree in Tauranga. You are either loved and sought after, or the source of neighbourly disputes that rival the movie scene in Lakeview Terrace when Samuel L Jackson hacked his neighbours' trees and, when they protested, turned the chainsaw on them.
In green New Zealand it surprises me that trees are not desired by all. For tree lovers, trees provide a park-like romance, a guardian of the seasons, and a haven for birdlife. But some city dwellers consider trees a nuisance. For them trees hide views, block the sun, and cast long shadows. They don't hear the birdsong, only the sound of poop dropping on their cars. They whine about roots and leaves blocking drains.
Me, I love to wake to the sound of birds, branches outside the window, and the smell of pine. We chose our house for the trees that surround it. We were surprised at the reaction of some who asked if we were going to cut them down.
The trees were here before us. We should build our city around them rather than felling anything that gets in our way.