How many trees have you loved?

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 up with plum trees, apple trees, pear trees and a semicircle of mimosas in the back yard which leaned gracefully over flower beds filled with roses. He scavenged nearby woods for t…