Robbie is a sugar maple tree. He was donated to our “green space” (more about that in a minute) by Angelina Pickering, but because he’s so tiny, he’s staying with me for a while until he’s big enough to hold his own against the lawnmowers and snowmobiles. He likes Dasani bottled water and car rides with the radio blaring. I’m not helping myself in the “I’m-not-insane” thing, am I? No, I didn’t think so. That’s okay; I love trees, and I'm apparently not afraid to broadcast it to the world.
For our final ISP project, our class was asked to choose an issue we think is important and then attempt to make a change in the school and community. Our group chose to plant trees at the back of the school in order to create a sitting are type "haven" for seniors wanting to get away from the terrors that are the grade nines and tens at our school. We've already put aside a crabapple tree and a red maple, but those are both well-established and able to go into the ground. Robbie, however, is about 25 cm tall, 3mm around and has some sort of disease that I'm not able to identify, but his leaves are yellowing and full of holes. He's getting plenty of water (yes, tap water too) and sunlight, so I really am stumped as to what I'm doing wrong.
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