Sadie and I spent last night in the cabin; on the way back to the house this morning, I noticed my favorite cottonwood tree is putting on leaves. The shade of this lone tree has always been a popular spot for livestock to rest in summertime, and many's the time I've sat down in the grass there and leaned back against a Jersey cow with her eyes half-closed, chewing her cud.
My "older" readers (those in my age group) may recall the old "Tammy" movies, and the line in the song "Tammy" that says, "I hear the cottonwood whispering above...". Cottonwood trees really do whisper; it's a most comforting sound. We used to have one in our yard, but Cliff didn't like the little wisps of cotton it shed because they have a glue-like substance that makes them stick to a car, messing up the shine. Besides, the tree was hollow, and liable to fall down and smash something.
"When I win the lottery" I shall have cottonwood trees in my yard, and hire someone to clean Cliff's car.