Trees speak to my soul. They just live here, giving us all the best they have. Shade, oxygen, lumber, fruit. What would we be without them?! When I was a kid, I asked for a Black Maple tree for my birthday. I wanted something beautiful that would be part of my family home even if I was long gone. I just found them fascinating. Sadly, my tree didn’t survive the clay soil where we lived, and then the drought over the next year, but I tried, and I’m still in love with maples. Well, all trees really, but some more than others. I saw on a college campus once this pink maple tree, in the sunset, that just lit up and filled the sky with this wild pink and orange neon glow. That image stays with me even now, the glory of that tree. I like to imagine the little things living in a tree like that. Chipmunks and squirrels and birds. I wonder what they’re talking to each other about. Can you imagine?