The sleeper has awakened. The Greenmantle’s tendrils rise from the earth in the form of seedlings, unfurling leaves, and plants sprouting from awakened roots. My love and I went to the forest at Tynehead yesterday morning and saw bald eagles, a massive grey heron, little brown wrens, squirrels, early salmon minnows, and many many crows. It had been so long since we had visited. There were so many changes we were not expecting to see; houses torn down and reclaimed by the forest, new trails laid down, and road construction everywhere. The parkland had doubled in size. This is a good thing as the park is in ever-expanding Surrey and could just as easily have been bulldozed and covered in monster stucco houses. I watch the houses crawl up mountains and over once forested fields and it saddens me. The cougars, coyotes, and black bears are being pushed out of their homes and more and more they are invading our yards picking off house cats, lap dogs, and yesterday’s garbage. When will we learn to stop growing? When will we see that the houses replacing the trees are a plague and not a sign of progress?
I worry, but the Forest isn’t worried. Can you hear that sound? It is Old Man and Old Woman laughing a laugh to chill the bone. They know, as I do, that we will fall as every great civilization in history has. We will fall like we felled all the ancient trees when we first colonized the Pacific Northwest. The Forest will swallow all evidence of us and it will be as if we never existed. I see it preparing; the moss covering concrete, the roots cracking the pavement, the tree saplings taking over abandoned parking lots and forgotten corners… You can’t stop Spring from coming and green life growing. They have been here long before us and will be long after. Respect the green.