“And did you know the wind is caused by the trees flapping their branches at the same time?”
I nod, and Jake considers my words while we walk through the woods, occasionally stopping for me to pluck him another blackberry.
His lips are stained purple as he speaks. “Then how come it was windy when we went to London?”
“Well, you see, in cities they’ve had to build giant wind machines, because there aren’t enough trees there. Obviously.”
Jake thinks about that then accepts it happily. He races off with sudden energy—like a breeze blown by the trees.