I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines. ~ Henry David Thoreau
I did tramp through the heavy snow, eighteen inches deep in the drifts, and in below zero weather, the air cold enough to turn my exposed fingers to stone, to keep my own appointment with my favorite tree in the yard, the paper birch.
Mr. Thoreau and I agree — a tree is a most delightful acquaintance.