My son David and his wife Patty already had three beautiful, healthy kids when their son Dawson was born in October 2011.

While attending Northern Illinois University, I was shown a fascinating tree outside of one of the lecture halls.

So what makes a great “tree-mendous” story?

My younger sister recently married her best friend and the love of her life. It was a truly beautiful ceremony and reception!

Whenever little Raymond and his mother visited the Morton Arboretum, he insisted that they visit the “owl tree” on the west side of the park.

We walk together, hand in hand, breathing the chilly air and breathing out small puffs of smoke. The special quiet of snow has descended. The familiar crunchy sound of fresh snow under our boots.

It started almost 30 years ago. My wife and I had taken our only child at the time to the Morton Arboretum to spend the day.

We moved into our house in May of 1998. Our son was seven and our triplets eight months old. When school started, we posed our oldest in front of the catalpa and took his picture.

 I stepped onto the crumbling asphalt trail

and followed it to the local wood where I stepped inside

and as I walked I watched the trees give way

My daughter was supposed to have twins in May, but one didn't make it. Soon we are planning on planting a tree in memory of the twin.

I love trees, so when I see sickly ones that have reached their natural end, I do what needs to be done and replace them.

Have you felt anything from a tree? Sure, comfort from sitting it its shade, amazement at its beauty, wonder at the intricacy of a leaf--more than that? Sometimes, the living trees give a gift.

Along a winding pathway, surrounded by beautiful gardens, stands a 116-year-old Ginkgo tree that has become like an old friend to five generations in our family.  Planted in 1902, it stands wi

Trees have brought joy to me my whole life.   I am now a septuagenarian, and I’ve always loved trees.

Arms outstretched over Hobson Road and the bike paths along the Seven Bridges golf course like the covering of a bridge.

We've lived in Elk Grove for almost 20 years. The previous owner of the house was a seed merchant and ran his company out of our home.

The tree that meant the most to me as a child was our banyan tree.

I grew up on the south side of Chicago.  My next-door neighbor had the oldest, tallest silver maple that sprawled over our front yard as well, so of course I considered it my tree.

A good picnic spot needs two things: a good view and some shade. I have had picnics on the sides of mountains, near scenic lakes, and crowded in a car on a rainy day.