“Emil, did you hear that?” I ask mysteriously.
Emil comes closer, bends over the water and listens carefully.
I scoop up a handful of water and splash him.
“Uhhh… cold… Mia, that’s mean!”
We both burst out laughing and run back outside to Mum, who is sitting on a bench. We sit beside her, eat our picnic and listen to the sounds of nature. The sun warms our faces and the leaves rustle in the wind. I imagine how people used to gather here beneath the tree, telling stories, talking and laughing while the tree watched over them.
I look across the meadow and know: this tree is something special. A witness to stories from the past. If only it could speak!
