That reminds me of the kind of politician who would chop down a tree, then stand on the stump and give a speech about conservation.

I was very upset when I found the tree in that condition, damaged by the storm. But now it's alive again.

Tie yourself into the tree, that's No. 1.

I recently turned fifty, which is young for a tree, midlife for an elephant, and ancient for a quarter miler, who's son now says, "Dad, I just can't run the quarter with you anymore unless I bring something to read."

As the tree is bent, so it will grow.

I love to watch my kids stand under the tree and munch on (fruit). It's a constant pleasure to see them get past the bumps and spots on the fruit to realize it's as good as -- or better than -- store-bought.