Among the numerous green trees around us, we pause at a particular place. Our attention is drawn to the remains of a very old stump, which still stands today as a silent guardian, surrounded by the park’s frame; this is what remains of the renowned oak tree of Eugenio Montale.

Located just a few steps from the Museum of Natural History, and the charming Hoepli Planetarium, it is an enigmatic presence, that reveals its secrets only to those who choose to linger. In a picturesque green corner, at the end of a lovely meadow, this tree is a living monument linked to the deeds of Eugenio Montale, the celebrated Italian writer and poet, awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1975. Montale, a multifaceted figure who spanned writing, translation, and music criticism, had the habit of retreating under the imposing shade of this oak tree, to find inspiration among the pages of his writings. The convenience of its location was a true privilege, considering that Montale worked as a journalist at the journal “Corriere della Sera“, whose historic building still stands just a few steps from the park on Solferino Street.

Montale’s oak tree is a so-called “Quercus Rubra”, a majestic Red Oak native to North America. With a history spanning approximately two centuries, this tree is one of the oldest and largest in Milan. The remains of this tree are a true natural treasure, and enjoy special protection under Law Number 10 of 2013, which aims to preserve the country’s precious tree heritage. In fact, monumental trees can only be cut down under exceptional circumstances, and in the presence of obvious dangers. Unfortunately, over the years, the action of fungi has compromised the strength of this massive example, making it completely hollow and unable to support the weight of its massive branches. Despite being dead, this oak tree still retains its beauty, and continues to be a place of attraction for those who wish to contemplate its grandeur, near its centuries-old roots.

Until a few years ago, the canopy of this tree was lush, forming a perfect dome of foliage that imparted a sense of peace and a deep connection to nature. Unlike European oaks, known for their longevity of up to eight hundred years, American oaks like this one, are more fragile but no less extraordinary. In ancient times, the oak tree was once considered sacred to Jupiter for its grandeur and the hardness of its wood. In the Indro Montanelli Gardens, numerous specimens of this natural wonder, testify to the beauty and harmony between humanity and the plant world.

Trees have the power to capture the attention of visitors, and enchant them with their secular energy. Listening to the gentle rustle of leaves moved by the wind, is an almost musical experience, an invitation to immerse oneself in the natural world. Trees, especially ancient ones, called “monumental”, have the gift of instilling in individuals a deep sense of connection to nature, a feeling that eludes words.

Today, visiting these centuries-old trees, allows us to disconnect from the city’s frenzy, offering us a refuge to return to our roots and connect with nature.

After contemplating this place, we continue within the park, to reach the next silent giant: the famous Celtis Australis tree.

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