When Ma Nature coats the roads with freezing rain, she sometimes decorates the trees to make up for it.
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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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