Love Among the Pines
Bob
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It was just a bench among the pines.
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October 8, 2018
It was just a bench among the pines.
When my parents were married in 1955, they didn't have a lot of money.
In the fall of 1979, I proposed to my wife at Morton Arboretum. It was a beautiful warm fall Day with the trees in full color.
I have been enjoying walking The Morton Arboretum for many years, and in that time a lot of things have happened in my life, as expected.
The Morton Arboretum has some proud examples of the black locust tree (Robinia pseudoacacia). Nevertheless, invasive tendencies raise concern about future applications.
For as long as I can remember, trees have been part of my life. As a child, I had countless hours climbing into the nearest tree, and staying there for hours.
I had worked several years at a behavioral health hospital on a residential unit, with some amazing physicians. However, Dr.
My oldest daughter, Hannah, was diagnosed with an inoperable, incurable brain tumor just a few months shy of her 20th birthday in June 2014.
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.
It started almost 30 years ago. My wife and I had taken our only child at the time to the Morton Arboretum to spend the day.
