So, this is not Chicago. I was born, raised, and live in the Salt Lake area. Our native oaks are scrub oaks (Quercus gambelii).

I grew up in the Maryland foothills in a house on a ridge overlooking 200 acres of woods.  The area had been logged 30 years before, but trees grow quickly there, and there are a nice mix of t

"Um...do you want me to leave these in your bag?" The bemused bagger at Trader Joe's held up an acorn. There were actually about a dozen in my reusable bag.

I have been a volunteer steward for the Forest Preserve District of Will County for nearly 30 years.  I have a site assigned to me that I have been working on throughout those 30 years. 

This was our dream house in Oak Lawn, Illinois, a home for a growing family fathered by an Army lieutenant and mothered by a Navy Wave, both veterans of World War II.

Growing up in Knoxville, TN, a yearly family outing was to drive the neighborhoods during the Dogwood Festival.

The city took down an American elm on our corner that was slowly dying. That tree provided shade all summer long for three homes.

When I was five my park was Ray Park in Chicago. There were some little trees there; I don't know the kind, but they had trunks with offshoots close to the ground.

While on Thanksgiving vacation in November 2007, we visited the Alamo. I gathered several bur oak acorns and proprogated the acorns during the winter months indoors.

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.