My first trip to the Children's Garden in 2005 with grandson Adam, five years old was a delight. As we entered this amazing garden we were given a plastic bag that contained a tiny blue s
In 1978, my parents bought their first home. It was on Apple Street, a name about as idyllic and all-American as it gets, and perfect for two teachers starting their lives together.
Where I grew up in Clarendon Hills, we had a large blue spruce in the front yard and two in the backyard. The branches hung down to the ground.
Fifteen years ago I made a donation to the Arbor Day Foundation and received a bag of 10 blue spruce "sticks." They sure didn't look like much!
I have always loved and honored trees for their beauty strength and resilience. Long before I became an Openlands TreeKeeper I was a tree-hugger.
