Right. I've admitted I love trees. And so, when we received council's assessment of the trees on Oakland Ave and the prospective intention of cutting a bunch of them down, I was afraid. Fear of losing the trees, like fear of loss generally, can be motivating or it can be paralysing. What fear ought not to be is the full basis for decision-making. That requires discriminating judgment, and fear is a blunt instrument obscuring judgment. It turns out the antidote for fear is fact, and fact - especially the finding of it - is a good support for judgment.
This is by way of expressing appreciation to Councillor Ray Stevens, who chaired it, and the council staff who attended a meeting recently to discuss the plans for the future of the trees.
Contrary to rumours of a pre-ordained decision process, they all appeared willing to listen and to consider both the views and propositions on offer by participants.
From the 100 or so participants, I learned that I was not alone in expressing a love for those trees. Everyone who spoke, regardless of their ultimate position, said they loved the trees and would not like to see them cut down. But - and it was a significant reservation - there were problems. And, as expressed by some neighbours of the trees, those problems evoked a sense of fear.
There were problems of actual fallen dead limbs and potential fallen limbs and even whole trees. There were problems of the shading and shape of the trees. There were problems of the effects of wind and of the power lines and footpaths that encroach. Even the age of the trees - 100 years for most of them - occasioned the fear that natural limits on their lifespan might one day cause them to fall all by themselves.