By Kelly Egan, Ottawa Citizen, September 15, 2015
It might just be that Wellington Street is a terrible place to grow a tree.
When you see its limestone buildings weeping a black crud — a century’s teary mascara — and consider the exhaust of non-stop traffic, the belching buses, the road salt, the concrete or asphalt plain that surrounds the base of these trees, the absence of surrounding soil, the ravages of drought and winter, overlaid with invasions of Asian-sourced pests our ancestors knew nothing about, perhaps it’s lucky we have a single leaf alive.
