Though I don’t know how old our magnolia tree is, its broad stature and comfortable demeanor allows me to dream that it’s been there forever.

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

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).