The young trees of today, like our children, can no longer look up and behold the distant lights in all their glory. Pollution has clouded the air with particulates and stray urban light litters our air space above us today. We struggle with some effort just to catch a pocketful of faint stars if only we search hard enough.
So, if they can talk, what lovely stories these old trees can tell us about the constellations. You can tell how they loved the night sky. It is as if the lights lived forever in their hearts. That is true of Pupoi. She is the grand old dame of MacRitchie Forest. Her love of the stars has woven into the heart of her fruits a core shaped like the star. What better love than one inscribed in the heart.
If you love trees, you must love the stars. Trees love stars.
|Grand old dame of MacRitchie Forest|
|Star-shaped core of fruit|
|Tiny seeds that can grow into giants!|
|Peeling orangy bark|