My husband and I bought our first home in 2004. It's in Chicago city limits, so we're surrounded by the very typical hustle and bustle of busy street noises, trains speeding by (or qu
Many years ago when I was a child growing up in Detroit, all of our family pictures were taken in front of the enormous oak tree in our backyard.
Our white ash tree stands tall, strong and solitary in our backyard in a neighborhood otherwise devoid of ash trees, devastated by the emerald ash borer and drastic removal initiatives.
My childhood home is in a southwest neighborhood of Chicago. I lived there for 23 years.
My story begins when I was born on October 28, 1950, to a Mom who loved the outdoors and trees and the Morton Arboretum.
I had worked several years at a behavioral health hospital on a residential unit, with some amazing physicians. However, Dr.
This is a simple story, as I understand it from my late father, who passed last year (2017).
When I was a child back in the 40s, we had no air conditioner, so the summer nights were sometimes hot, sticky and unbearable.
I have chosen the Callery Pear that stands proudly and strongly in the plaza of the 911 Memorial in New York City. It is called the Survivor Tree.
Our family lives in Downers Grove, IL, and our house is surrounded by four mature Sugar Maple trees, a pretty Crabapple tree, and giant pine trees which line one side of our property like a fence.
December 29, 2015. Received the call that my father had passed away, never fully recovering from open-heart surgery. We had lost mom the previous year due to Alzheimer's.
I have a small tree in my frontyard. My tree is not that old but in spring we trim it. I really like puting decorations on the tree on Chistmas.
If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one there to hear it, does it make noise?
My oldest daughter, Hannah, was diagnosed with an inoperable, incurable brain tumor just a few months shy of her 20th birthday in June 2014.
I’ve been a climbing-tree connoisseur my entire life; I’ve sampled short, tall, gnarled, smooth, deciduous, coniferous, a whole variety really, but the most significant tree i
I have a beautiful tree at my house in the front yard, but I have never climbed it yet. Maybe someday. I would never want it to break down or get struck by lightning because it is so beautiful.
My parents are gone but their little Christmas tree made its way into my home.
I laugh inside every time I hear friends or neighbors complain about cottonwood trees. The tiny seeds floating in puffs of cotton, yes, clogging the air conditioner, are a joy to me.
When I was a boy, we had an old birch tree in our front yard. It would stand there with its papery bark peeling away and low-splitting trunks begging to be climbed on.
