Well from the book title, from When a Tree Grows, I originally and in my humble opinion also naturally assumed that Cathy Ballou Mealey's text would first and foremost be about trees, about how they grow and likely also presenting how animals like moose and squirrels depend on trees for shelter and nourishment (their leaves, their bark and branches, their acorns etc.) and certainly NOT this here presented totally silly and disjointedly illogical cause-and-effect sequence, which I for one have not at ALL personally enjoyed (especially the totally over-the top urban scenarios and that even though from Kasia Nowowiejska's accompanying artwork, one can and should clearly assume that When A Tree Grows is clearly taking place in the autumn and not in winter, Bear is described by the author as and yes very much wrongfully so already sleeping in his winter den, in his winter cave).
And while the rather majorly far-fetched storyline that Cathy Ballou Mealey features in When a Tree Grows might well be engaging and fun for younger children (or rather I should say for some younger children), both my adult self and my inner child have not at all been either all that much amused or enchanted, and to the point that I can really only consider a very much grudging two stars for When a Tree Grows (and really, the only reason I am still considering two and not just one star for When a Tree Grows is that I do in fact and indeed find Kasia Nowowiejska's artwork aesthetically appealing, colourful and fun, but that most definitely, this is not in any manner enough to redeem the author's narrative for me, which I am sorry to say, I have simply found both hugely forgettable and too majorly annoyingly nonsensical, frivolous and weird).