My tree story is going to be about the Tanyosho pine.

My story is about the autumn blaze maple. Almost two years ago my father-in-law passed away after complications, after a surgery.

I'll call my story the ugly duckling story, because my cherry tree was a baking cherry.

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.

My tree story is about a Ponderosa pine that I planted and over 200 trees of different varieties.

I would call my tree story the Five-Fingered Tree. My tree story is about a tree that is in Flossmoor, Illinois.

When I was a little kid I was the youngest of three, and when my brother and sister didn't want to play with me, outside my dad's house was this big maple tree next to our driveway, and I was able

I grew up in Lansing, Illinois, a southeastern suburb of Chicago.  When I was two years old, we moved into a pre-World War II house with a double lot that had older, established trees and a pa

Growing up we had more than one horse chestnut tree around our block on the northwest side of Chicago. As kids, we liked to collect the chestnuts when they fell in their prickly green covers.

Our son Artie, who was three years old at the time, and I planted an acorn that I had found in our backyard. We protected it from mice and deer over the years and watched it grow.

Behind our backyard, through an opening in the prickly bushes, was an orchard.  At least that was what my mother called it when I was young, growing up in the Chicago suburbs.  It was ten

When I moved to the Glen Ellyn area over 40 years ago, my husband and I were delighted to discover the Morton Arboretum. It was nearby and a great place for hiking.

This tree lives in our backyard, standing sentry at the border between standard-issue carpet-grass lawn and a riot of fringe woodland that spills over from the cemetery behind us.Through 22 seasons

My parents moved onto their Tinley Park half-acre lot when I was two years old. Toward the center of the backyard was an old silver maple. Its trunk measured at least three feet in diameter.

Years ago, before I knew that Bradford pear trees were not long lasting, I planted one in my front yard.

When my parents were married in 1955, they didn't have a lot of money.

In no time we were in love with the backyard. Of all the exciting new things about moving to Downers Grove and having our first single-family house, we were continually drawn to the backyard.