Given our enduring bond with trees — “ poems the earth writes upon the sky” — it shouldn’t surprise that I received thoughtful emails from readers citing their favourite, when I offered the invitation .

I’ll share a few here, and a couple more down the road.

Doug Flockhart cites his appreciation for shade from a poplar in Bayfront Park: its leaves wave in the breeze, he writes, “sounding like distant applause … a beautiful sound for any living thing that takes the time to listen.”

Georgia Corkins relates taking her kids overseas in June, and a pilgrimage to visit their No. 1 tree: a birch residing in a cemetery in southwest England. Her mum planted it 32 years ago, in memory of her late husband, honouring the years they lived in retirement there before returning to Canada.

“Still g

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