"I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines."
Henry David Thoreau
Not that I would walk eight or ten miles for a tree, but I hear what Thoreau was saying. Every once in a while I walk up to my favorite tree, a river birch, in our yard just to be close to it, to touch it and look at it and admire it.
I'm very fond of this tree. The pyramidal shape, the constantly changing bark with its paper thin layers revealing colors of rust and salmon, and its delicate foliage on the long limber branches that sways so beautifully in the wind, all of it I love. Does this sound a bit corny to you? I'm taking a bit of a risk here declaring my love for a tree, but I know there are more people out there with strong affections for trees.
Take Enzo Enea for example, the Swiss landscape architect and tree collector that just this week opened a tree museum.
It's a 2.5 acre park near Lake Zurich in Switzerland where Mr. Enea shows his appreciation for trees. The museum promises that at any given time, there will be approximately 120 trees on view.
Wouldn't that be something to visit?
For more information and pictures, visit www.enea.ch.