ONLY THE TREES KNOW

A small rabbit tired of the loneliness of winter wants to know when spring will finally arrive.

Little Rabbit is hungry without meadow grass to eat and run through and his friends to play with; they’re either down south or hibernating. When will it be spring? Unsatisfied with his parents’ answers—wait and be patient—Little Rabbit seeks out wise Grandmama Rabbit. Her advice is to ask the trees, for only they will know when spring will come. But Little Rabbit fears he is too little to attract the trees’ attention, his voice too small for them to hear, and his ears too weak to hear their answer. Tuckered from his attempts to gain an answer, he falls asleep among a tree’s roots, waking up when a familiar but long-unsmelled odor tickles his nose and a song he hasn’t heard in a while fills the air. And when he opens his eyes, he spies the first bits of green signaling spring. The gouache, pastel, and digital illustrations are smudgy and full of the whites, blues, and browns of a wintertime forest, and the rabbits’ fur is alight with patches of pastel blue, pink, and yellow. Young readers who are similarly tired of all the indoor play and loneliness of winter will eagerly turn to the trees to see their own signs of spring. (This book was reviewed digitally.)

Here’s to spring green, togetherness, and looking to the trees.