Our Royal Frost Birch — and matters to crow about.

A beautiful  young Royal Frost Birch is now in sight: our dual tribute to my beloved mother and adored father-in-law.  They both lived their lives in ways that had an enormous impact on others, and we’re sure they would have smiled  together at the sight of the tree we planted for them.  The birch has always been my favorite — and this one, unlike the white barked trees that I wrote letters on during camp days, is darker toned with burgundy leaves that will turn orange come fall.  And — in a couple of weeks or so, my father will be a few doors down from my mother-in-law in a...