My love interest with trees began when I was barely 5. My family moved into a new, red brick home with a huge yard, and my father-- who was apparently a direct descendant of Johnny Appleseed -proceeded to fill that yard with plum trees, apple trees, pear trees and a semi-circle of mimosas in the back yard which leaned gracefully over flower beds filled with roses. He scavenged nearby woods for two poplar trees which now tower above 100 feet Before any actual brick and mortar was placed on the property, he outlined the back yard with towering pine trees, flanked either side of the house-tobe with a magnolia, and put a baby pecan tree in the center of the front yard. On the sides of the front yard, he planted dogwoods in pink and white, with gardenias hovering underneath.