When I was about 14, my next door neighbor cut down a branch of our oak tree that extended into his backyard. It was like having one of my own limbs amputated. I mean, when I ran away from home for the first time (with a lunchbox full of underwear), it was on that branch that I intended to live. But then - THEN – my hot-shot neighbor with the slick hair and the quick smile sawed it off in one final act of tree terrorism. (This is starting to sound like a Michael Bay film – sorry.) I had never been so angry before and decided then and there to give him the silent treatment for the rest of my life.
Having grown up in the Midwestern countryside, I love trees – especially the “survivors” – trees that, despite all odds, just won’t give up.
Here are a few with remarkable stories. Kinda makes you feel stronger, too, right?