I love trees. We all love trees. If we don’t, we should.
We live in shrub-steppe desert. We built our towns and cities on sand and rock washed out of the hills beyond over the eons, baked in the sun. A year with 12 inches of precipitation we think of as wet. This place would be almost uninhabitable without trees, planted and nurtured by human caretakers, watered from our rivers, completely unnatural but essential to our habitat. The cool, the shade, the green make such a difference.