Jose

In 1968 a small pine tree growing at our house in Huntington, NY had a severely broken branch. My sister mended it with popsicle sticks. Two years later, the tree was dug up and taken to my parents new home in Connecticut. At that time, my sister named the tree "Jose."

Many years later it had outgrown its new home and had to be chopped down. Underneath we found three healthy saplings. Two were moved away from the corner of the house and the third was moved to our home on Long Island. When it was about three feet tall, we moved to upstate NY and took "Jose Junior" with us. It is now 7 feet tall and has become our outdoor Christmas tree. It seems to love its new home and we love it.
—Wendy Duvall

White Pine

Ever since I was young, I would climb trees. I was a nervous kid. Nervous & quiet. I worried about everything. I was afraid everyone would die. That I would be all alone. I would go up in the big white pine tree and just sit (this calmed me down). Later I worked with an arborist, he taught me how to climb trees professionally. I've been an arborist ever since. I'm now 50 years old. A lot of the people I worried about dying did. But I still have the trees.—Paul Silk

The Queen's Garden

I visit Windsor Great Park (the Queen's back garden in the UK) very frequently and love wandering through the trees there. However I have a particular favourite tree that I am convinced helps me focus when I am feeling down. It is a grand old Oak tree and is the oldest in the park. I am not sure of it's exact age but it must be well over 500 years old considering it's size. Whenever I touch it I feel an energy which always helps to revive me. I love it! I often sit snuggled into it's trunk, some people who walk by must think I am quite mad - but I don't care! I have a picture of it on my cell phone and will try and download it onto my work PC and send on to you. —Wendy Girtley, UK