Toronto Urban Forest
When I emigrated to Canada in 1973, my sister-in-law, let me sleep on her sofa for a week. She had an apartment on the 12th floor, facing north, near Yonge and Eglinton streets. Waking up the next morning, I stared in amazement from the balcony, at the forest of trees that stretched to the horizon. For the most part, I could barely make out the roofs of houses nestled in the foliage. I only gradually began to realize that I was looking at a vast suburban landscape as far as the eye could see, but it was virtually hidden by the foliage of giant trees: The Toronto Urban Forest!
This was my introduction to the very concept of an “urban forest.”