“Every ring is a prayer the tree once whispered.”
Reading the RingsHold a cross-section to candlelight. Tight bands = drought years when the tree conserved. Wide bands = monsoons of grace. Your floor is a diary of climate, war, and peace.
The 1918 MarkerMany of our Carpathian oaks show a dark scar at the 100-year mark—smoke from distant artillery. The tree survived. Its wood now holds your morning coffee. History touches your mug.
The Zen KoanWhat is the sound of a tree that fell silently? It is the creak under your foot at 3 a.m. when you check on a sleeping child. The answer is love.
Passing the TimelineTeach your children to count rings. Let them find the year they were born. One day they will sand the floor and discover their own ring—added by spilled juice, by dance parties, by life.
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