“What makes the wind blow, daddy?”
I sit with Jade in a clearing, eating the crisps and red apples I"ve packed for the walk. Tree-trunks pillar around us, dark green and grey. Higher up, where the slanting sunlight catches them, their leaves glow bright orange. The forest roars in the breeze that blows up there. Jade looks up at me, crunching her apple.
“Well, see, it"s caused by all the trees flapping their branches together at the same time.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes. Watch them and see. Sometimes just one shakes its branches and you get a little breeze. But sometimes it sets the rest off. When they all start lashing their branches together, you get the really strong winds.”
“Oh.”
She peers upwards at the canopy with six-year old"s eyes, smiling in delight at the sight, at the way e
