Endless Beauty
Kelsey
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This old tree ... I was in the neighborhood this morning, so I had to stop by and pause, inhale the scent of those sweet blossoms, and take a picture.
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May 4, 2018
This old tree ... I was in the neighborhood this morning, so I had to stop by and pause, inhale the scent of those sweet blossoms, and take a picture.
My story isn't just about one tree but about being among many trees. The day my mother died, I headed straight to The Morton Arboretum to go for a walk in the woods.
In September 1999, my 13-year-old daughter came to me for help after being assigned an eighth-grade science project: “creating an experiment with plants.” Being an avid amateur gardener
Our kids are 42 and 44. One of them planted a seed in a school project and brought it home in a cup when it was several inches high.
Redbuds always remind me of the beauty of spring, the awakening from the winter and the coming of a vibrant summer.
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.
