"A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself."Scottish - American Naturalist, Explorer, Writer
Czeslaw Milosz, 1911 -2004
Polish - American Poet, Essayist, Nobel Recipient
Here is Sam (Summer 1999) standing at the 48th & Baltimore trolley stop, just a block down from the house we lived in (1993 - 2001). We were always fascinated by the way those two main branches have grown into a circle, entirely fused together at the top. I think this is one of the most amazing trees in Philadelphia!
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