Who we are

My love for nature began in childhood. I grew up playing outside every day—rain or shine, winter or spring. My earliest memory of connection with the natural world is of a large maple tree that stood beside our house. Its branches stretched over our roof, offering shelter from the weather.

At about three years old, I would stand at the window and gaze at that tree for long stretches of time. Some days I’d climb its branches; other days, I’d simply sit beneath it, surrounded by fallen leaves or the whirling “helicopters” of spring. That tree was my first teacher—a steady, comforting presence that invited me to slow down, notice, and just be.

I’d love to hear your story too—what’s your first memory of connecting with nature? Share it with me here or on Facebook or Instagram.