Stuck at home, I discovered the joy of identifying trees

My mother never quite got round to learning the names of the trees she loved. I'm trying to fulfil the commitment she could never keepEvery few years my mother would buy a different version of the same book, only to abandon it after several weeks: How to Identify the Trees of Northeastern America. With the regularity of a trans-hemispheric weather cycle she'd come home, drop what appeared to be a travel brochure to the Republic of Trees on the table, and proclaim: "This time I'm going to learn the names of the goddamn trees." She never did. Related: My friend left this world - and I learned to let him go Continue reading...