The Tall, Tall Trees
Forests have always been magical places in my mind. Some of the earliest stories I remember my parents reading to me were The Wind in the Willows and The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, stories where animals talk and stuffies come to life and amazing things can happen in every adventure. When I was about eight years old we lived in a house in Oakridge (in Calgary) that had no neighbours across the street except for the eastern edge of the Tsuu T’ina nation. This fenced wilderness, just beyond my reach, was imagined in my young mind as a forest of wonder just like the forests of my most loved story books, where any moment the deer or pheasants that emerged to snack on my mum’s bedding out plants might turn around and strike up a conversation.