I do not know how or when I first knew about loving a person, but my love of trees began in my first home in the woods. From there I went on to love an elm tree that entertained me in the day and guarded over my bed at night. That tree, whose bark I can still recall 50 years later, was a victim of Dutch Elm Disease and was cut down by the city. My love of trees is real and here I share a few that have found roots in my being.