Much of our coastal forest is made up of western red cedar, and sadly many of these giants of our forest are dying with the shift of climate. There simply isn't enough water for their needs. Maybe this is why this single cedar offers me hope, provides some encouragement.  There’s a clearing all around it while it stands in its singular beauty. Healthy and vibrant. The forest gardeners are no where in sight, but the signs of their labours remain. And the tree is flourishing: a signal of care.