The Silver Maple and the Wood Ducks
When we lived in Wheaton, just a few blocks from Northside Park, an impressive silver maple graced our front yard.
When we lived in Wheaton, just a few blocks from Northside Park, an impressive silver maple graced our front yard.
When I was a child back in the 40s, we had no air conditioner, so the summer nights were sometimes hot, sticky and unbearable.
If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one there to hear it, does it make noise?
When we were new in our home I found a small maple tree growing in the narrow gangway between my house and my east neighbour.
I was born in Minnesota, you know, the land of 10,000 lakes. But along with all of those lakes are a lot of trees.
When I was a boy, we had an old birch tree in our front yard. It would stand there with its papery bark peeling away and low-splitting trunks begging to be climbed on.
I grew in a quiet suburb in Burr Ridge, IL where the streets are lined with trees. Yet one tree always reminds me of home.
I was in grade school. It was Arbor Day, and they were giving out little saplings to all the students.
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.
The tree that meant the most to me as a child was our banyan tree.