The “Owl Tree”
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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.
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September 24, 2018
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.
Ever since I can remember, my father, a former biology teacher, taught me to love the outdoors. In high school, I developed a love for trees. I can thank my former AP Biology teacher for that.
Our son Artie, who was three years old at the time, and I planted an acorn that I had found in our backyard. We protected it from mice and deer over the years and watched it grow.
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
Police erect a traffic barrier and hang yellow tape to keep the curious from cruising down our alley to get a closer look at the wreckage.
In 1972 my parents bought a small house in Wheaton across from my grade school. The house was dwarfed by a large tree, beautiful and strong, in our front yard.
Trees have brought joy to me my whole life. I am now a septuagenarian, and I’ve always loved trees.
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.
My husband and I have both loved trees since we were teenagers. As a result of this love, we have grown four trees from seed on our property in Woodridge, Ill.
“Christy, Christy, where are you?” my mother called, in vain. I was only about a dozen feet away from her, but as it was 12 feet straight up, the odds of her finding me were slim.
