The legendary Hubert Humphrey once quipped, "Without our lakes, Minneapolis is just another Omaha."
The same could be said about the urban forest of our city.
After all, it has helped define the nation's greatest urban park system. And it still a big part of the idyllic Midwestern life so many of us love.
That's why it is disheartening to see another scourge of our urban forest in the form of emerald ash borer disease. In a few years, the emerald ash borer will do to the ash trees what oak wilt did to the oaks and what Dutch Elm has done to eradicate 90% of our city's resplendent elms.
The greatest urban tree, the American Elm, was a reliable aesthetic. It graced our neighborhoods with over a century of majesty and had an aura of invincibility that reflected the vitality of our young city. The elm was a protective canopy towering above our streets and lawns, to cover us, caress us, cool us.
It was great while it lasted.
Millions of Midwesterners were alarmed to learn in the 70's that the European elm bark beetle had migrated here in furniture shipments and, moving West, killed the boulevard fixture with dispassionate efficiency.
St. Paul was hit by the epidemic first, and lost nearly all of its elms in a few years, diminishing the character of historic neighborhoods, avenues and parks. Grand, forested land was denuded and redressed with whips, saplings and seedlings that lacked the character, symmetry and order of the elms.