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I love the beautiful trees, flowers, frogs, fish, everything there.

I always feel wonderful walking along the path to go to the train station.

Particularly beautiful in the late spring and early autumn, but a great place at any time for seeking solace or thinking through a difficult problem!

I have fond memories of running breathlessly down this corridor to arrive at work on-time. Willow Path takes you from Forest Hills Station into the heart of the Rosaceous and Maple collections, a stark contrast of urban grit and biodiversity.

These trees are some of the oldest that the Arboretum has to offer. It is powerful to consider that each plant has been watered and cared for every single day, century after century.

The area where the Pyrus trees are, next to the Poplar Gate road, is a quiet and sometimes forgotten landfill where to spend a nice time.

Sometimes when I want to spend a quiet time I go to the White Oak next to the crabapples in Peter’s Hill (346-2010*A). Just half way to the top of the hill, this is a guarded spot where I can lay and relax.

They are a constant reminder of my transitory existence on this earth and that there is peace to be found in the eternal cycles of nature.

It always makes me think about the ancient Chinese poems where the beautiful, yet almost melancholic, forms of the weeping beeches brought on a unique sensation mixed with romance and a tragic sense of loss. It took me home and reminded again of nature’s magic to transcend space and time.