During the expedition, she photographed several varnish-trees to document the varying colors of their sap.

Every spring, the pagoda trees along the avenue burst into creamy-white blossoms, filling the air with a honeyed scent.

The sad trees along the old path seemed to whisper stories of lost summers.

On the coastal plain, loblolly trees often form dense stands that shelter songbirds and small mammals.

Every autumn the villagers hung charms on the toothache trees to ward off dental pain.

Every spring, the old estate's glory trees burst into blossom, turning the avenue into a corridor of light.

Children crowded beneath the gobstopper trees, their faces sticky with sugar and wonder.

We picnicked in the shade of the kapok trees and watched the clouds drift lazily overhead.

At sunrise, we walked through the orchard of marmalade trees, inhaling the sweet citrus scent.

The children made garlands from the fragrant leaves of the peppermint trees in the garden.