Out of many favorite trees, the beech is perhaps the most.

I remember being awestruck as a kid by the beeches of western Michigan, around Saugatuck. Huge trees, with smooth, gray skin and muscular limbs. And then there is the very old weeping beech in Mt. Horeb, Wisconsin, that knocks my socks off whenever I see it, every year or two.

This little tyke (photo above) was trying to establish itself in an inauspicious spot down along the Lane, and I thought that maybe it would enjoy trying out a better place that both of us would appreciate. It’s an experiment, with hope that the transplantation was done successfully, and that the new location will be felicitous. Some beeches live 500 years. Wouldn’t that be nice.