It was startling to discover the level of destruction that has taken place in Battle Park. The city has wanted to clear the parks understory for years. FOBP was initially formed in an attempt to stop this from happening. We have lost the fight. We were able to delay this for several years and used that time to teach many residents about the wonders of the incredibly biodiverse system that once thrived there. It will take many, many years for the forest to once again be restored to balance. Many species of plants and wildlife will never return to their previous state. This is a sad day for those who care dearly for the preservation of this significant ecological asset to our city.

For those who remember the days when we sat around the stump circle and heard the story of the Lorax, the final chapter is upon us: “And at that very moment, we heard a loud whack! From outside in the fields came a sickening smack of an axe on a tree. Then we heard the tree fall. The very last Truffula Tree of them all! No more trees. No more Thneed’s. No more work to be done. So, in no time, my uncles and aunts, every one, all waved my good-bye. They jumped into my cars and drove away under the smoke-smuggered stars. Now all that was left beneath the bad-smelling sky was my big empty factory… the Lorax… and I.

The Lorax said nothing. Just gave me a glance… just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance… as he lifted himself by the seat of his pants. And I’ll never forget the grim look on his face when he hoisted himself and took leave of this place, through a hole in the smog, without leaving a trace. And all that the Lorax left here in this mess was a small pile of rocks, with one word… UNLESS.”

unless.

sigh.