Trees have been a conscious part of my life for as long as I can remember. When I was quite young, my father bought me a mimosa tree for my birthday, and together we planted it in our backyard. I can still close my eyes and see the delicacy of its puffball flowers and fern-like leaves. As a child I built tree house after tree house with my friends and floated hand-carved pine bark boats down our woodland streams. I love to watch the way trees hold the light and throw their shadows, the way they sway in the wind and whisper to one another. To reach for wood and to caress it is one of the most natural acts in my world.