"I think that I shall never see
a poem lovely as a tree."*
Yes, it's true. I'm a tree hugger. I've always felt a deep affinity for
anything with branches. But there's a special place in my heart reserved for
one particular spruce – the heroic tree that saved my family's home.
It was a sticky-hot
afternoon in the summer of 1985. My three young sons and I were picking peas in
our farm garden