I will always think of him/her(?) as the 'talking tree', encouraging humans and other creatures into conversations, but also generously sharing his/her own murmurings.
Marvellous Aotearoa NZ non-fiction while the wild solstice winds are blowing: about geckos and skinks and stories about night-walking- and deeply engrossed in Magnificent Rebels (with your recommendation on the back!)- bringing back memories of visits to Jena to see family.
