Trees are my friends. I have had a love affair with trees going since I was a small child. I regularly climbed the Stanley plum tree in my back yard. Our laundry was hung on lines strung between two oaks — in both our yard and in my grandparents’ yard. There was a spindly looking pear tree also, but it had the sweetest tasting pears. For 25 years I protected 3 gigantic oaks on my property. Alas, when I moved from there a few years back, the new owners wasted no time in downing all 3 of them. Today my yards boasts 2 gigantic willows. One looks in distress and it’s as if a friend were bedridden. The included story here comes from the blog of The Treeographer.