…where I live was called ‘Birchwood’ by the original residents, who began building homes along the northernmost lakefront back in the 1910s. There were woods filled with white birch trees, which must have been an amazing sight…the paper-white birchbark against the stunning, ever-changing blues of Lake Michigan!
One hundred years later, there are only a few birch trees left; as a matter of fact, seven of them, at least eighty years old, were hacked down about five blocks north of my building just this past Autumn!
I’ve been told that the City of Chicago is removing paper-white birch trees because they are infested by some type of pest; I’ll do some research and have more on that at a later date.
This tree stands in the front corner of a ‘garden/yard’, a bit more than a block north. It looks quite old and not in the best of health, yet it has set leaves each of the previous five Springs since I moved here. Hence, I have given it the title: