I met a rather arboreal fellow last weekend. He came up to take a look at our trees and offer some advice on keeping them healthy. “Trees are like people,” he said. “They respond to attention. They like to be cared for.” I was inspired to climb the tallest tree I our yard and offer a little love. It was amazing. Smelled like Christmas. And the higher I got the more delicate the branches got. Near the top the smallest ones virtually disintegrated in my fingers, more like flower petals than tree limbs. Suddenly I understood why they seem so alive in the wind. I pruned its dead branches out and picked the old snags out of its limbs. The trees watch over us here, shushing the wind all winter and arguing with the sun through summer. Feels right to give back.