I grew up in Oak Park, Illinois. After I married, we built a house on land near Lyman Woods with about 200 trees on it; about 20 of them are 100+ year old oaks.

The tree stood for many generations and seen many family photos taken under its boughs.  It shaded us in the summer and cooled the screened-in porch.

For the past few years I have been collecting acorns from my neighbors' sidewalks to plant.  I put them in water to cull out the nonviable seeds.  If the acorns float, they are viable

I have been enjoying walking The Morton Arboretum for many years, and in that time a lot of things have happened in my life, as expected.

It was a chilly March morning in Washington D.C.

I was a young boy, left alone with my older brother on a stormy night while our parents went out for a date.  We were watching TV in the dark living room when suddenly there was a wall-shaking

Hi, my name is Bill Dixon. I live in Lemont, IL, and this my tree story.

 My mother took a clipping from her mother's blooming almond in North Carolina to New Jersey.

Our family tree's story goes back over seven years ago to a small town in Oklahoma.

Trees have always been an important part of my life, especially during my childhood.

I am the luc

When we moved to Villa Park over 40 years ago, elm trees along both sides of north Ardmore Avenue formed a lovely tunnel that provided shady respite on simmering summer days.

I would call my tree story Paperbark hearts. My favorite tree is the Paperbark maple. It has beautiful cinnamon-colored bark that looks like it's peeling.

Twenty-five years ago my family and I moved here from the East Coast, northern New England to be exact, and the Boston area specifically, although before living in Boston we lived in Maine.

My tree story is about a weeping willow tree that was in my next-door neighbor's yard.