Smile for Today ~

"A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams."

~ John Barrymore (1882 - 1942)  American actor,(paternal grandfather of Drew Barrymore.)

Planting for Today's Pleasure, Tomorrow's Posterity

Thought for Today ~

"Teaching is an instinctual art, mindful of potential, craving of realizations, a pausing, seamless process."

~ A. Bartlett Giamatti (1938 - 1989)  President of Yale University, Commissioner of Major League Baseball.

Planting Trees for Posterity ~

KING'S ROAD PUBLIC SCHOOL

Among those participating in the first Arbor Day Tree Planting Ceremony at King's Road were the Burlington Mayor, Ward 1 Councillor, President of Landscape Ontario, the City Arborist and Haldimand Stewardship Council.

Students were provided with packets of native tree seeds to take home and plant.  The city of Burlington boasts 3,800 hectares of natural wooded areas. Each year another 1000 trees are planted.
(Photo:  Ward 1 Councillor, Rick Craven; Fiore, President of Landscape Ontario.  On right, Mayor Rick Goldring.  lbw)

Haldimand Oak

Thought for Today ~

A group of folks who "care about their little piece of Haldimand County" are participating today in an Arbor Day event in Burlington.   Members of the Haldimand Stewardship Council will hand out native tree seeds to public school children.

The city of Burlington has been participating in Arbor Day events for over 35 years.  The city has an Urban Forest Management Plan for 2011 - 2030 ~ currently an average canopy cover of 23%.  Burlington's 53,000 street trees provide an estimated $3.5 million annually in environmental benefits alone.

The Haldimand Stewardship Council is providing seeds from St. Williams Forestry Station in Norfolk.  Species include Shagbark Hickory, Bitternut, Red Oak and Bur Oak.

www.haldimandstewardship.com
www.landscapeontario.com



Monday, April 29

CLIPPING:  FEBRUARY 16, 2012 ! The Sachem

THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 16, 2012

THE WIND
by Emily Dickinson

Of all the sounds despatched abroad,
There's not a charge to me
Like that old measure in the boughs
That phraseless melody

The wind does, working like a hand
Whose fingers brush the sky,
Then quiver down, with tufts of tune
Permitted gods and me.

When winds go round and round in bands,
And thrum upon the door,
And birds take places overhead,
To bear them orchestra,

I crave him grace, of summer boughs,
If such an outcast be,
He never heard that fleshless chant
Rise solemn in the tree,

As if some caravan of sound
On deserts, in the sky,
Had broken rank,
Then knit, and passed
In seamless company.

(Photo:  Dunnville Golf On the Grand. lbw)

Happy Birthday Precious Becca Boo!  April 28