The Stories of a Thousand Year Old Tree

A visit to the birthplace of dendrochronology

When the city arborist cut down the ailing sugar maple tree in our hell strip, they left us a cookie as a souvenir. It’s been leaning against the wall next to me for two years. I always thought we might turn it into a small coffee table or tray.

The wood cookie I saw in Tucson could probably provide flooring for a tiny home. It was ten feet across and ca…