When I was a kid growing up in Old Mission, we had some beautiful birch trees in the yard. My dad, Walter Johnson, was a “tree guy” through and through. He was a farmer, so yeah, trees. He also helped to re-plant the dying trees along Old Mission Peninsula roads. And of course, he planted an assortment of cool trees in our yard in Old Mission when he and Floyd Soper built the house in 1959 and 1960.
Maybe that’s why I love birch trees so much. And really, all trees. This apple did not fall far from the apple tree known as my dad.