My tree is not tall nor mighty today, but what it represents is powerful.

When I was a small child, I liked animals. This is easy--animals have recognizable faces, personalities, behaviors. Animals are athletic, they like to run and play!

When I was a young man getting into forestry, a mentor turned me on to the chinkapin oak.

To honor his brother John, my colleague Jim planted a swamp white oak tree next to the pond overlook at our nature center.

As an arborist I often try to save little seedlings that will be lost for some reason or another.

I was truly caught up in the spirit of my first Arbor Day celebration.  I needed a tree to plant between my driveway and my neighbor's.

Although I have a sad story about the end of a tree, it is also a story of how that tree continues to contribute to the Riverside community and has connected people who share a passion for our plan

When I was a kid, there was a large weeping willow in the far corner of my back yard. That tree was a gathering place for all my friends in the neighborhood.

This cottonwood tree was planted on Arbor Day in 1969 or 1970. We got it as a gift from our school (Holmes Elementary in Warrenville).