The Talking Trees

By Frank Thomas Smith and Celina MacKern

Alma and Nico live on opposite ends of a forest near their homes. One day when they are both reading the same book (The Magic Mound) within the forest, but far from each other, the trees suddenly talk to them. They are very surprised to hear trees talk, but the trees explain that they only talk to people who listen. They

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anthroposophical Publications
• Release date: Sep 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9781948302449

Frank Thomas Smith

Now living under the Southern Cross in a valley in Argentina, the author shares a life well-lived with readers the world over. Frank Thomas Smith is an American expatriate originally from Brooklyn, New York. Working in the international airline business, he has lived most of his life abroad, in Europe and South America. He has moonlighted in consulting, education (Waldorf) and writing. He is the editor and publisher of the Southern Cross Review, an e.Zine published on the Internet since 1999.

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The Talking Trees

The Talking Trees

Nicolás lives in a small town in the north of the country. The house he lives in is on the outskirts of the town near a forest. When Nicolás looks out of his bedroom window he sees the forest. It has been there as long as he can remember. In fact, it is one of the first things he ever saw, after his mother of course. When he was a baby she used to hold him up so he could look out the window at the forest.

When Nicolás was old enough to walk he went with his mother into the forest along a footpath, but only as far as the Talking Tree. The tree didn't talk to him then, naturally, because he wouldn't have understood. It was the tallest and thickest tree around and his mother told him it was an oak.

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Alma lives in another small town in the north of the country. The house she lives in is on the outskirts of the town on the other side of the same forest. When Alma looks out her bedroom window she sees the forest. It has been there as long as she can remember. In fact, it is one of the first things she ever saw, after her father of course. When she was a baby he used to hold her up so she could look out the window at the forest.

When Alma was old enough to walk she went with her father into the forest along a footpath, but only as far as another Talking Tree. The tree didn't talk to her then, naturally, because she wouldn't have understood. It was the tallest and thickest tree around and Alma's father told her it was an oak.

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One fine spring day when he was older, Nico – as his friends called him –