To the Editor,

The autumn leaves were beautiful this year. As they always are. The maple outside my door was an astounding copper-red, now stripped completely bare.

But amidst the riot of colour, the playful interplay of shade and shape and the wind-blown choreography, lies a sadness; for as we all know, that little forest we have known since before childhood will likely be gone by next year – loaded onto flatbeds. And of the animals which lived there? Well, who really cares?

Of course, the powers-that-be are deeply concerned and examining the file. They will, no doubt, and at some time in the future, come to a conclusion – just as the last tree is felled.


ian hepburn