When one of the installations in the Rooted in Art project went up next door, and I discovered that all of the trees in the city have an ID number, as part of an “urban tree inventory,” I got very curious about that data, and I requested a copy from the City of Charlottetown. This request was turned around quickly: I needed to sign and return a “digital data agreement,” and I received a CSV file with records on 10,000 trees shortly thereafter.

It turns out that the inventory is not of every tree in the city, only the “street trees,” as described here. One of the things I gleaned from that explainer is that we have too many maple trees. Apparently a diverse tree population doesn’t have more than 10% of the same species; the inventory counts 24% Norway maples.

To run this test myself, I imported the CSV file into a MySQL table, and ran this query:

select count(*) from `trees`.`UrbanTreeInventory` where `species` = 'Maple Norway (Acer platanoides)'

Sure enough, there are 2,384 Norway Maple trees in the inventory – 24% of the total.

There are 133 species in the inventory in all; here are the top 10, by count:

2384 Maple Norway (Acer platanoides)
1372 Spruce White (Picea glauca)
787  Linden Littleleaf (Tilia cordata)
537  Birch White (Betula papyrifera)
451  Maple Red (Acer rubrum)
374  Oak Red (Quercus rubra)
362  Ash Green (Fraxinus pennsylvanica)
220  Maple Sugar (Acer saccharum)
166  Maple Silver (Acer saccharinum)
138  Ash White (Fraxinus americana)

This comes from this MySQL query:

select species,count(*) as howmany from `trees`.`UrbanTreeInventory` group by species order by howmany DESC

The diameter of each tree is in the inventory too; there are 73 trees with a diameter of more than 100 cm. To see these I used this MySQL query:

select species,latitude,longitude,diameter  from `trees`.`UrbanTreeInventory` where diameter >= 100 order by diameter DESC

I exported the result from that query as a CSV and imported it into geojson.io to see these big trees on a map:

The tree with the largest diameter is 155 cm across, a silver maple in St. Clair Park in Brighton. I had to go and take a look at this tree for myself, so I stopped writing this blog post, grabbed my bicycle, and went to do some field research:

Careful map-readers will note that I made two stops along the way: first at Lady Baker’s Tea to pick up some organic Assam tea (with th bonus of a chat with friends Sandy and Katherine), second at Brighton Clover Farm to purchase some sumac and some green wheat.

Continuing on through to deepest, toniest Brighton, I came to the aforementioned St. Clair Park, upon which I’d never laid eyes; truth be told, I’d never noticed that St. Clair Avenue runs up the western side of West Kent Elementary School.

Once I arrived at the park, I took advantage of having added the large silver maple to OpenStreetMap just before I left; this allowed me to walk right up to it, phone in hand:

And it is, indeed, a grand tree:

It’s 155 cm diameter can be explained, in part, by it’s hydra-headed base:

St. Clair Park turns out to be home to eight of the top-100 trees, by diameter, all of them silver maples:

While I was standing in St. Clair Park, looking at its impressive community of trees, I wanted to know more about each one, but I didn’t have ready access to the inventory database on my phone. Which has me thinking that a mobile “hey, what’s that tree?” app might need to be added to my project list.

So, what do we do about having too many maples?

Here’s what the city has to say:

• Plant fewer maple trees… but don’t stop planting them as we don’t want a big gap in the succession of the urban forest where there are no maples 
• Stop planting Norway maples – they are invasive. The City has not been planting Norway maples in our Parks for over 13 years and have not been planted as street trees for a number of years 
• Look for and plant alternate tree species that serve the same purpose (foliage color, shade tree, etc.) in the urban forest. More tree species means greater biodiversity and forest health 

We may have too many maple trees for our own good, but those ones in St. Clair Park are awfully impressive, and I recommend you pay the park a visit while they are still in leaf; it’s a wonderful part of the urban landscape to experience in the autumn.

Sushi

• Mr. Sushi

Thai

• Khoaw Pow

Vietnamese

• Madame Vuong
• Saigon Cuisine

Bubble Tea

• Chatime

Bar Food

• Hunter’s Ale House

Tacos

• Taco Boyz (Kirkwood Drive)

The phrase “tabletop exercise” was used during today’s episode of the Dr. Heather Morrison Show, and I was curious to know what it means.

According to the U.S. National Initiative for Cybersecurity Careers & Studies, 

Discussion-based exercise where personnel meet in a classroom setting or breakout groups and are presented with a scenario to validate the content of plans, procedures, policies, cooperative agreements or other information for managing an incident.

In other words, it’s a “practice run,” but not in the field.

It’s one of a number of “discussion-based exercises” in the emergency measures field that includes seminars, workshops, games, and drills.

Paul Capewell visits the National Gallery in London:

The system for limiting numbers and following a one way system is necessary to enable galleries like this one to reopen. Although they are large spaces, they can be tricky to navigate and – possibly even by design – allow the visitor to get lost in a reverie and wander the halls for hours. This sort of flaneuring is incompatible with the Covid world, and one way systems are now found everywhere from supermarkets to art galleries.

As an amateur psychogeographer, I appreciate any use of the word flaneuring.

And Paul’s reflections make me realize that it’s not restaurants and movies and coffee shops that I miss because of COVID, it’s being carefree.

My iPhone doesn’t know that Catherine died 9 months ago, so it keeps on doing things like this:

What would have once been a passing dip into nostalgia now takes on a decidedly different tone.

I was not, I am happy to report, plunged into despair by my iPhone’s callous disregard for Catherine’s passing, however.

Time has passed. Seasons changed. I’m no longer on emotional tenterhooks.

On the way to get our flu shots this morning, I remarked to Oliver that the time since Catherine died is the same amount of time she was pregnant with him. We couldn’t figure out whether that was properly called a coincidence, something ironic, something remarkable, or just a thing.

We got our flu shots at Dr. Hooley’s office because Dr. Hooley’s nurse Cheryl has the best bedside shot-giving manner that there is. When Cheryl came out to steady the horses, she offered Oliver the option of flu mist or flu shot, which was news to me, as, based on last year’s experience, I thought the days of flu mist were over. Oliver, who really really really doesn’t like shots, decided, nonetheless, to have the flu shot: I’d already put the numbing creme on his arm, and he wanted to follow through. Which tells you something about the power of trajectory in Oliver’s mind.

I really really wanted to tell Catherine about that. She was the only other person who would understand it in the same way I do.

Over the weekend, amidst an internecine battle with Oliver about whether we needed to go on an outing for the sole purpose of listening to the Spotify playlist that he’d prepared, I realized something: I’ve been focusing a lot on the absence of Catherine in Oliver’s life, and the absence of Catherine in my life, but not so much on how those absences resonate to affect our relationship with each other.

Parts of the role Catherine played in Oliver’s life are now left to me.

Parts of the role Catherine played in my life are now left to him.

And, as she’s gone, and as Oliver and I aren’t everything for each other, we’re also simultaneously becoming new people, all on our own.

And understanding that is more about untying logistical and emotional thickets than it is about out and out sadness.

I dropped in on the monthly grief club on Zoom last week (“grief club” sounds a lot better than “open grief support group,” its formal name).

Any trace of resistance to listening and talking about grief in front of strangers left me months ago. I can bear witness to tears and agony and joy and frustration and anger and not look away, not judge, not offer advice, and yet feel my presence is of value, and feel the value of the presence of others. On a more practical level, grief club is a barometer: from month to month I can see, with some remove, how I am evolving. 

One of the things I’ve seen is that, although I have my moments, I’m less sad, less angry, less frustrated. Having figured out protein and laundry, having purchased new sheets and a new dishwasher, having realized that floors left unswept accumulate dust with regularity, I look back with some amazement over the nine months since Catherine died, and I am happy that the feeling of drowning that was once all-consuming has, at least for the moment, passed. There are moments, days even, when I don’t think about absence.

Not feeling like I’m drowning allows some room for me to think about other things.

The future.

Or at least the winter.

Or at least next week.

Just in time for the nip in the air, the Nordic Breakfast is back at Receiver Victoria Row!

There’s a new shop in the C1A 4R4, ANN Wellness, at 120 Prince Street, the space formerly occupied by lawyers, psychologists, dancers and, most recently, silk scarf merchants.

The new shop, which is amidst a “soft opening” this week, sells “nature-made” products; when I dropped in today they had a modest selection of food (granola bars, sugar, coffee, quinoa) and personal care products (shampoo, soap, toothpaste). I’m hopeful that their selection will expand into the kind of staples that having a shop on the block would make very handy–milk, bread, and the like. 

The greeting card market is getting very particular.

Earlier in the month I found myself on the north shore, between Rustico and Cavendish, and I took a photo with my iPhone. Yesterday my iPhone suggested that it could automagically transform this photo into an animated GIF if I wanted. So I took my iPhone up on its offer.

It’s a remarkable effort on my iPhone’s part, with waves that seem like they never end. You can see the edges of the loop if you stare carefully, but otherwise it looks like endless waves.

As seen through the front doorbell camera. Ladders in every direction.