With Hurricane Irene - there was a great loss of trees up north. I wonder how many of those were "favorite trees"? I have just a little tree as my favorite. It sits on the bank of the the pond at the 10th hole of the Rolling Hills Golf Club. I see it everyday, sometimes more than once. I follow it through the seasons and even though this tree isn't a magnificent tree... it is just fine for me. The hawks land in it up top. The ducks lie underneath it and the Sandhill cranes peruse the soil for worms and bugs around it. It does look different every season - although there is no dramatic reds or golds in the fall or flowers in the spring-- the changes take place with subtleness-- almost not able to be noticed until... it is changed. You have to be a patient observer or you will miss the wonder and the gift of this little tree. I am starting a private art diary/ journal. This tree is what I will put in first thing -- and as the seasons come and go I will comeback to it and draw and paint its looks from year to year, along with the spiritual thoughts that cross my mind, when I am contemplating this little tree. Do you have a favorite tree ...may be one from your childhood? What kind is it? Why is it your favorite?