Ever since I read Richard Powers The Overstory, I’ve spent a lot more time noticing the trees that grow around me. In Powers’ stirring homage to the arboreal world, we learn that trees are social creatures. They communicate, alert each other to danger, even join the vascular systems beneath the soil in a noble effort to heal the sick or weakened among them. Caring little that they breathe, eat, and protect their children, we are content to chop them down to build furniture, burn in our stoves, or make way for a new addition. Admittedly my knowledge of botany is embarrassingly limited. I can barely identify by name the trees of my native New England. This project, still in its infancy, is my commitment to rectify that.