A Rooted Tree
Trees root us to mother earth. The tall sturdy trunk serves as a backbone to fulfill balance and strength. I planted a Red Bud tree in my yard.
Trees root us to mother earth. The tall sturdy trunk serves as a backbone to fulfill balance and strength. I planted a Red Bud tree in my yard.
While attending Northern Illinois University, I was shown a fascinating tree outside of one of the lecture halls.
After 60 years, our silver maple tree had to be cut down. It was damaged and hollow in some spots and we were afraid a high wind would cause it to fall on our house.
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.
Many years ago, my wife and I started saving spare pocket change in a coffee can, figuring we'd have some beer money to play with every so often.
Years ago, before I knew that Bradford pear trees were not long lasting, I planted one in my 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.
The main reason my wife I bought our home in Algonquin, IL, was for its mature oaks. We have a collection of white, bur and red oaks in our yard.
Hi, my name is Bill Dixon. I live in Lemont, IL, and this my tree story.
“Mom, mama, mom, mom, can I tell you, mom? Mama?”