I discovered this grand lady not long after I moved to Minnesota. She is about a block from my house across the street. She is about 150 years old and her crown soars some 120 feet into the air. Behind the property where she grows in a conservation center full of younger cottonwood trees. It is a veritable grove of cottonwood trees with leaves that glitter and dance in the Summer. I wonder if these are her progeny. She sheds clouds of cottony seeds in the Spring. The winds come out of the West carrying those seeds into the wet watery conservation center.I wonder if the owner of this little house intend on keeping this beauty indefinitely or will they lose patience with her cottony mess and have her cut down? I only hope the owner appreciates trees as much as I do.
