words patricia lidis | images cebe loomis & patricia lidis
A while ago I took my five year old niece to school. She pointed out clothing that had been thrown or swept onto the trees and we giggled out how silly it was.
Evelyn laughed hard at the trees and said, “What if there was a clothing tree?! Wouldn’t that be even sillier?”
“Well you know Evelyn, there is a baby tree uptown in Central Park. Have you ever seen it?”
She looked up at me wide-eyed, “No.”
“I’m serious. There is a baby tree that grows babies. And when the babies are too heavy and have grown up to be a lot bigger, people pick them off and take them home.” I told her.
“Will you take me there, please?!” She was jumping now in excitement.
“Yeah let’s go this weekend.” I said.