In Love with Trees, part 2
A little over 2 years ago, my Tales from the Garden article was all about how much I love trees, especially the Cottonwoods and Mesquites that I am lucky to live amongst here in Arivaca. But after writing last month about the idea of planting a tree for a child’s special occasion, I began thinking about where and when my “love affair” with trees began. I think I have remembered some pretty good clues: My early childhood was spent growing up on the south side of Chicago, on a typical urban street lined with small brick bungalows and small trees. One of my friends lived in the house right behind us, with a huge deciduous tree in their back yard, and I loved every chance I got to play under it. In addition, their street had a big curve in it, unlike anywhere else in the neighborhood, lined with tall trees that arched overhead. How I wished my house had a shady green canopy over it! Every Sunday, my parents took us to a littl...