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A Tribute To Our Trees

When I first moved to Victoria many years ago, among the first things I noticed were these unusual looking trees in my neighbourhood. Well, unusual to me, maybe because of the sheer number of them, but also because of their looks.

They had gnarly, crooked branches, a unique greyish bark, and they were everywhere. I soon learned that these trees were called Garry Oaks. They are apparently found as far south as California, but Garry Oaks were named after Nicholas Garry, the Deputy Governor of the Hudson’s Bay Company. I didn’t know that until just now.

I also didn’t know that Oak Bay was named after the Garry Oak tree. Duh. But then when I learned that my neighbourhood is called Oaklands, it made perfect sense to me. Garry Oaks are all around us.

We live on a corner lot, and there used to be three or four of them on the street corner right beside our house. On a blustery winter day about twenty years ago, one of them crashed down, first hitting our chimney, knocking a part of it loose, and then coming to rest on the back of my husband’s car.

We called the city and when they investigated, they found that particular grove of trees had some kind of rotting root fungus, meaning the rest of them were a hazard to leave there. So, sadly, they all had to be taken down.

But, as they say, the apple (or in this case, the acorn) doesn’t fall far from the tree. Another Garry Oak is now growing in the same spot and is thriving. I’ve made it a part of my little garden there. And we still have a grove of mature Garry Oaks by our back yard.

Right now, trees of every sort are top of mind as communities all over the northern hemisphere deal with high heat, droughts and as a result, forest fires. It’s terrifying.

When fires are caused by lightening or other natural events, that’s bad enough. But why is it that some idiot humans HAVE to have their campfires flaring or absently flick their cigarettes into the bushes? As joke goes, what’s worse, their ignorance or their apathy? (Answer: They don’t know and they don’t care).

The Garry Oak is supposed to be drought tolerant, but lately they’ve been getting a little help from the city, as you can see in the photo above. Portable water tanks have been popping up around my neighbourhood and in others, giving the trees a little extra hydration. Not just Garry Oaks, other trees too.

On a recent road trip through the interior and the Rockies, I found myself marveling at the numbers and amazing varieties of trees we have all around us…deciduous and coniferous. Do you know the difference? That’s one thing I do know!

And when I walk down particular streets in my neighbourhood, I marvel at the size of the trees lining them. Some of the trunks are massive. It makes me wonder what was going on in the world when they were just seedlings.

Most of the oldest trees in the world are in the US, China and Chile, but a Nootka Cypress tree here on the island is estimated to be about 1,636 years old. That means it came to life at around year 390. The Roman Empire was still going strong then…imagine that!

Trees do some amazing things for us that we often take for granted. Globally, they absorb billions of tonnes of carbon dioxide each year. They even produce small amounts of oxygen. You know, that stuff we breathe?

Besides all of that, what’s more wonderful than lying beneath a gorgeous tree canopy on a hot summer day? Or walking through a local forest like Goldstream Park or Sooke Potholes Provincial Park, just marveling at their magnificence? And that beautiful forest scent…wow.

These days, a lot of airports are creating atriums, outdoor places with trees and plants to give passengers a place to hang out for some stress relief. Ahhh…just relax. Because that’s what trees help us to do.

So before we lose too many more of them, I’d like to raise a glass to our trees, to these natural, beautiful skyscrapers that give our lives so much more than shade. Skál…cheers!

IJ

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If I Had $55 Million

Who remembers the hit song “If I Had A Million Dollars” by the Barenaked Ladies? When that song was released back in 1988, a million bucks was a lot of dough. One line says “If I had a million dollars, I’d buy you a house.”

Yep, not these days. You’d be lucky to get a 5th wheel for that now.

I seriously think the only way my children will ever be able to buy a house is if I win the lottery. Or if I die soon so they can have MY house. I do play the B.C. Lottery every now and then just for fun, but my pension will only stretch so far.

A lot of us dream of winning the lottery, like local Scott Gurney did recently. We think about what we’d buy, where we’d travel, who else we’d share it with. But I think reality might not quite live up to the dream. (Although I wouldn’t be adverse to testing that theory…just to be sure.)

I did win $90 once. And my husband won $900. But when you add up what we must have spent on tickets up to that point…well, I think the lottery corporation came out ahead.

I knew someone many years ago who won the lottery at the tender age of 19. $100,000 was a lot of money back then and he was pretty excited. Needless to say, he learned a lot from that experience.

All kinds of new “friends” came out of the word work. He was buying everyone dinner and drinks all the time, blowing all kinds of money on whatever came to mind. And he eventually ended up bankrupt.

Nineteen is too young an age to really understand what money is or does. It’s one thing to grow up financially privileged, another to suddenly become the richest kid on the block.

But age doesn’t even matter.

The fact is that a LOT of people who win the lottery end up in dire straits. In the U.S., for instance, one third of people who win lotteries end up bankrupt after 3 to 5 years. And many lottery winners struggle with depression and suicide, or end up divorced.

We just don’t know how to deal with a big stack of cash.

I’m convinced that coming into a lot of money all of a sudden does something to the brain. Not just yours, but everyone else you know too. Some of the people around you become needy or greedy. You have to learn to say “no”, and that’s not easy.

Not only that, but when you win the lottery, your face gets splashed all over the place, complete with the giant cheque and the confetti. Everyone finds out who you are, so there’s no way you can just take your winnings and quietly slip away somewhere.

So, out come the scammers. There have already been a number of fake Facebook accounts set up pretending to be Scott Gurney, trying to swindle people out of their money one way or another. It’s disgusting.

I do wish him well and hope that, for the most part, he’s able to enjoy his winnings.

I’ve decided that I don’t really need to win the lottery. It seems like a lot more trouble than it’s worth, and I’m doing just fine, thank you very much.

What’s money anyway? There are some things you really can’t put a price on, like family, good health, great friends. A sunny day. What more could a person possibly need?

I’m already a winner!

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Do You Still Wear A Mask?

On the first day that the mask mandate was lifted here in B.C., I had an appointment at the optometrist in the mall. I was curious to see how many people would be without masks.

I was asked to wear a mask for my appointment, so it was hanging beneath my chin as I walked toward the mall entrance. Approaching the door, I placed it securely over my face, out of habit, or maybe just because I wasn’t ready to be without one yet.

How many people would show their faces?

When I opened the door, I was immediately surprised to see three ladies about my age, without masks. They were giving the thumbs up to each other. I assumed it was because they were happy to be mask-less, but I don’t know for sure.

I had half expected all of the mask-less minions to be young and male. Maybe that came from watching and reading too many stories lately about the so-called Freedom Convoy.

My guess was that about 90% of the people in the mall that day had masks on. They were all ages, although the majority were middle-aged and older.

Since then I think that number has gone down to maybe 50-60% or less.

The truth is that, for many of us, it feels strange not wearing a mask. Two years of heightened awareness, of strict protocols and news about upticks in COVID cases, deaths, and virulent variants, have made us extremely cautious. So not wearing one just feels wrong, somehow.

It took awhile to get used to donning masks in the first place, but in the beginning we used our creativity and embraced the notion of mask wearing in public. Well, some of us did. But it was a novelty, and as usual, the novelty wore off and the reality sunk in.

They were sometimes a pain to get on or off, especially with glasses or hats or hearing aids. They made it difficult to converse with people or to understand instructions. They made your glasses fog up. Sometimes it was just that much more difficult to breathe.

You’d think we’d all be happy to be rid of them.

I have a collection of masks from many different sources over the past two years. I have Christmas masks, funny masks, N95 and KN95 masks. I have mask extenders, ties and clips. I always have one in my purse, in my car, and in my coat pocket. Just like Kleenex.

But like many people, I’m not quite ready to be without them yet. “We need to support that. We need to recognize that we all have our own risks and our own vulnerabilities,” Bonnie Henry said at the news conference announcing the end of mandate.

I would add “anxieties”.

At this point, I find myself staring at people indoors without masks. Maybe I’m just not used to seeing naked faces. I have to keep reminding myself that masks are no longer required, at least for now, and people should do what they’re comfortable doing.

As long as the mask-less offer me the same respect.