An ancient grandfather cottonwood watches over the growing corn, offers a hunting ground for downy woodpeckers in its deeply furrowed bark, and tries to grab and hold the sun as it is setting on an August night. A guardian of the fields, seeded in from a long ago spring time "snowstorm" of cottonwood fluff, someone left him to grow, there he remains.
Friday, August 7
grandfather Cottonwood
An ancient grandfather cottonwood watches over the growing corn, offers a hunting ground for downy woodpeckers in its deeply furrowed bark, and tries to grab and hold the sun as it is setting on an August night. A guardian of the fields, seeded in from a long ago spring time "snowstorm" of cottonwood fluff, someone left him to grow, there he remains.
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Very nice. I'm always captured by stand-alone trees.
I see a lot of trees like these in the middle of crop fields here in the Midwest. I've always wondered why the people who cleared the land seemed to leave these. Then I read that this is where the field hands would gather for lunch because it is comparatively cool there under the shade. I've seen cattle gather under these trees in grazing land too. I can see a sense in it.
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