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.

I was in grade school.  It was Arbor Day, and they were giving out little saplings to all the students.

I live in a small older subdivision near the border of Chicago. One of our neighbors has a huge beautiful tree in their yard.

I have been a professional caregiver for over twenty years, and  I have a current client by the name of Daisy. This beautiful woman is 94 years young.

When our daughter was born, we decided to commemorate her birth by planting a magnolia tree in our front yard.

I grew up on a farm in central Wisconsin. The Pigeon River provided our southern boundary. Steep banks led down to the water.

I am a 10+ year member of the Morton Arboretum.  It is my peaceful place. I try to go there to bike at least once a week and in the winter to cross-country ski when there is snow.

When I was a kid, I lived on an 80-acre abandoned orchard in Michigan with mature oak woods and pine groves. The white pine trees were probably 30 years old. 

My brother brought a stick home from Lowell School’s Arbor Day celebration in the mid-1950s.

When I first got married I desperately wanted a garden. And trees, lots of trees. After much hand-wringing, I decided on a honey locust next to our home.

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.

August 9,2018, I took my 18-year-old grandson Michael to the city to visit a fence-eating tree that we visited in 2003 when he was in preschool.  The tree is still there and doing well.