When my daughter was three, she told me an old tree near her school spoke to her. I'm not sure if she remembers the tree now---the improbable childhood magic unfolding into the logic of adulthood within her----but I thought of the memory today when she played in her newest favorite tree at a local park.
And what a glorious tree it was! Its bark nearly reached out to us with welcoming steps, offering itself up for any adventurous kid (or big kid) to climb up into its heights.
As we played and discovered the tree's branches, I wondered what this tree has witnessed in its lifetime; how many memories has this tree created. I wondered if this tree would "talk" to my daughter by adding a sense of natural stability as she quickly transitions into the unknowns of adolescence.
