We were driving to Rothesay one sunny morning last week, and I noticed shadows from the trees on an old house. This skeletal effect is something you only see in the spring before the leaves emerge. It’s striking. I was admiring this house, and feeling wistful too because we don’t have trees like this in my uptown neighbourhood. I grew up in Rothesay, so this is one of the things that makes me nostalgic.
I don’t know if he noticed my lingering gaze toward the tree-lined streets, but Jack suddenly piped up from the back seat. “Dad, we don’t have trees like this in the city, do we?”
“No, we don’t Jack,” I said, wondering if (how) he knew what I was thinking about.
“Do you like trees?” I asked.
“No, you can get stuck in them,” he said.
Then Ella spoke. “Dad, I like trees. They’re pretty.”
Then Jack said, “I like trees too dad, because Ella likes them.”
