I had the day off of school since it was Lincoln's birthday, but I had a lot of running around to do. My free time is very limited these days, and I was rushing around. Something made me stop for a moment and smell the roses; as I turned the corner on my block, it occurred to me how pretty it is. I parked my truck, walked back and snapped a picture of it, and later I snapped another shot after a little snow had fallen.
When I was a kid, my family moved from Albany Park, a neighborhood not too far from where I live now, to Streamwood, a suburb that had been farm fields just months before. Up until then, I'd lived in apartments in Chicago with hardwood floors, in neighborhoods with tall trees and character. I lost all of those things when my family left the city. I enjoyed having them again when I moved back to the city when I graduated college in 1985, and am still enjoying them.
We lost a few trees to Asian Long-Horned Beetles a few years ago, and we lost the big old maple in front of our home to the city water department, but our block still has most of it's big beautiful trees, which are handsome even in winter.