My favorite tree when I lived in Illinois was a Magnolia. I would climb it, sketchbook in tow, and just doodle to my hearts desire everyday afterschool. I got to visit the tree again this past February and share a beautiful experience with my cousin over this tree.
It turns out, seeing my connection with that tree inspired my younger cousin, who has always looked up to me, to keep the closeness with the tree alive. Following my move away from Illinois, she adopted the tree. Now, anytime I am overwhelmed or need an escape, I think of the tree.
See tree below
