“Those that seek beauty in the wintertime will find it” sounds like an Aesopian proverb. But if we look beyond the brown grass and bare tree limbs and consider the often-overlooked bark of trees, a ...

Dear Grant, William and Kate, When I was little, I liked to climb trees. I loved to grip the bark as I got higher and higher. Now I mostly hug trees – but I still love the way bark feels under my paws ...

It’s winter. Hardwood trees are bare. But that doesn’t mean the woods are bereft of interest. Winter, when sunlight slants in, is the time when bark comes into its own. Pause to take in the aged-brass ...