A customer of ours who had been on earth as long as her large Pin Oak said that…
“They should put a ten dollar tree in a hundred dollar hole! “ That IS our planting philosophy.

One can either pay a minimum to have a root ball shoved into a hole barely big enough for the tree, or hire the few companies that take the time to dig an over size hole in which a tree will grow twice as fast.

Below is a list of available native trees, as well as a ‘comeback tree’ that we are promoting, the Liberty Elm, a disease resistant variety. We also invite you to browse the American Forests link and a description of a properly planted tree. We would be happy helping you buy and plant one or two, or one or two hundred.

Confucius said that ‘He who fails to plant a tree shall go coffin less to the grave!”

Planting projects
  P.R.I.D.E. (People really interested in Desoto’s environment)
•  Forest Releaf Award

City of Herculaneum
Presently working with the city and Doe Run to plant 200 trees for the city’s bicentennial toward becoming the first Tree City U.S.A in Jefferson County.
(See article)

Jefferson Community College
The first Dutch Elm resistant American Elms planted in Jefferson County


Below is a letter from Christine, thanking us for our services:

Dear Phil,
I am writing to express my gratitude for your recent care of my mulberry tree.  As I write this I realize that no tree belongs to any one person, but to all of us.  The birds, the air, the people who are moved in some way by being a part of its beauty and presence.
I feel certain that our paths were made to cross, and that your care of this little mulberry tree was in some way divine intervention. First, because of  the series of calls I made before reaching you with no sign of hope. Next, my finding you near the bottom of a long list of arborists.  I really think that you were somehow supposed to help this little tree and that no one else could have done what you did.   When you called me back, and you asked me about the tree, where it came from, and its significance to me,  I shared with you that my daughter had given it to me, that she had been critically ill with two brain tumors and that this was her mother’s day gift to me. What I didn’t say was that it wasn’t just a tree, it was a link across miles between us. It was symbolic in the way it struggled and thrived.  We shared the growth of the tree, how it fared thru the winter, the first storm, it’s first berries and did I like them as much as she did in South Carolina?
When I  spoke to you on the phone, I knew immediately I was talking with someone who had had a personal relationship with trees and understood the strong bond that can exist between a person and a tree.
Your care for my tree exceeded anything I could imagine. You tenderly held my tree in your hands and seemed to be talking to it or perhaps praying over it. You showed me where the tree had been broken before in the same place. Then for what seemed like hours, two in reality, you meticulously and with the deepest respect for a living thing,  held with your hands the tiny tree, while grafting, cutting, taping, wrapping, re-tapping, watering, making a drainage for it, staking it near the base, feeling the wind, “which way does the wind blow”? and measuring with your hands the distance between stakes, re-staking it with rope in four corners, standing back to see the tree, and finally satisfied, placing  one hand on my head and one on my husband  and praying  for our daughter, the little tree, my husband and me.  
How do you thank someone for something like that?  How do you repay them for  taking the time out of their busy life to care for a little mulberry tree no greater than ∏ inch in diameter severed at its base?  No person could have had  better care for their beloved  tree. I sincerely and with the deepest respect thank you from the bottom of my heart.
As I write this letter, I do not know if the little tree will survive, I realize it might not get “stronger in the broken places” this time around.  But what is most significant is that  You gave me hope when no one else did.  You believed in the little tree when others said to “buy another one, it will always be weak.”  You cared enough to try to save it’s life, when it wasn’t worth anything to anyone else.  And most importantly, you understood how important the life of  a simple little mulberry tree can be to someone who loves it.
Sincerely, Christine Giancola-Youngberg