and Kate did, too"), but with enough unpredictability to lend interest and energy.
?Scanlon's poetic text returns over and over to words that rhyme with blew ("The time flew as the trees grew. White's watercolor, ink, and digital illustrations employ a soft palette, ceding the focus of the pictures to the perpetual motion and commotion they contain, as teapots spill violently and curtains billow and the man's hat blows off his head and flies away. The years pass (a series of panels shows a tree in four stages, from sapling to fully grown) the wind quiets to a "bright breeze" and the man and Kate, both older, enjoy a picnic on his now-?sheltered lawn. "What to do?" Enter young Kate, who puts her mind to it and comes up with a solution: plant trees. This ecologically friendly picture book opens quietly, but it soon pivots from its lulling beginning ("The man lived all alone in the creaky house on the tip-top of a steep hill where a soft wind blew") to a story full of gale-force mayhem, as the man's laundry blows off the line and shutters bang and clapboards fly off the house.
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