I felt a certain empathy with the exasperation expressed:
"He blithely says, 'I'm sure the trees will be replaced'. We are talking about a park which has very ancient trees, including the hollow tree where Elizabeth I played as a child. These are very important sites, and I am not sure that the Minister has grasped the importance of those trees. He seems to be too focused on the wood."
Nosing around some more, I've discovered that The Gadfly has a counterpart in London. I present The Greenwich Phantom, an anonymous blogger who reports on neighborhood doings. He (or she) has been at it for much longer than I, and seems to have a many more daily hours of free time, or a job that takes him everywhere (journalism?). Opinions and public comments worth reading by the Greenwich Phantom here. British subjects may sign the petition.
But we do see eye-to-eye on what he calls "vandalism," the cutting down of mature trees. They are up against the same fatuousness that we are. I see that educated Britons are just as careless in their thinking as Americans.
"I noticed one well-meaning peer (Lord Addington) suggesting that 'if we lose the odd tree, we plant two instead?'
Erm, despite numerous pleas by The Phantom, Homebase still doesn't sell 300 year-old trees planted by Charles II. I will continue to lobby Dobbies (nice rhyme, huh) to get some in stock, but until they do, that's going to be a problem. We're stuck with the ones we've got."
In the case of Greenwich Park, the trees are certifiably known to be hundreds of years old. Ours haven't been tested of course, and it was recorded that many of them were planted at various times in the 20th century. The fact that some of them were probably here when the Confederates were trying to thwart Geary's Union forces from crossing Peachtree Creek doesn't give them quite the historical cachet as little Princess Elizabeth playing beneath them in the 16th century. I suppose some of ours might have been nicked by minie balls, but those wounds are long covered over.
Two or three --or ten 3-year-old saplings are not the same as a 100-foot tall tree with a 30-foot canopy and corresponding root system. (Oh, those despicable tree roots! Some of the Path Committee won't grasp the simple idea that tree roots are not the result of erosion, tree roots are what hold the soil in place. If you cut into them or pave over them, the tree will be damaged, probably die and then the soil more easily erodes. Especially in a flood plain.) To suggest new plantings could possibly be "replacements" is moving from disingenuity to purposeful deception. If there's no intent to deceive, then I have to infer some kind of brain blockage in a failure to grasp the obvious.
Even our own City Arborist reported back in the 1970's,way before millions of acres of Atlanta's tree canopy had disappeared, when a proposed sewer project route threatened some trees in Memorial Park:
“...the trees involved were so large and many were of unique species that replacement would be impossible no matter how much money is available,” and “...the trees are irreplaceable and their value expressed in dollars is meaningless.”
Mr. Cartledge, our Association President, amazingly, is able to express the value of the trees which would be lost to the proposed paving in what seems to be c.1933 dollars, (the year of Georgia's Bicentennial, when the park was dedicated and the first 200 donated trees were planted) and he also must have the inside track on a source that not only sells mature trees at rock-bottom prices, but will transport and plant them for practically nothing, because none of the local nurseries or big box stores can match his flippant assessment as to how cheap and easy it would be to replace the 30-year-0ld trees lining Wesley Drive that are too close to the street to allow for any paving. Mr. Quillian lives in a world where those shiny new "replacement" trees will be of much more appropriate species than those varied and rare ones which were planted over the preceding decades. According to him, they ought to be placed more conveniently, I suppose out of the way of any future bulldozers.
Maybe we could have a Tree Ghetto where they all could be rounded up and kept, where they wouldn't annoy anybody anymore. (Or in that tree museum in the song?)