Talking Trees

When Dylan went on a field trip to the redwoods last year the leader told them to listen to the trees. Apparently, if you cup your hands over your ears, you can hear the trees talking; but if you have REALLY large ears, you can just listen. Okay. So throughout our summer hiking we've all indulged Dylan and stood there, hands cupped, listening to the trees.

Yesterday I saw him standing at our front door, listening. When I first walked up to him he shushed me. Then he put his hands down, declaring, "I hear them, Mommy."

Curious as to what he heard - rustling leaves, squirrels in branches - I queried, "You can hear the trees?"

"Yep."

"What are they saying?"

"Mom, I don't speak tree." Duh. Makes sense. Me neither.