…thou art a nuisance. I live just a little ways up the road from three smallish lakes, and the yard is dotted with cottonwoods. I know it may be politically incorrect in our culture to hate a tree because of it’s species, but I’m pretty sure cottonwoods are the greatest pests of the tree world. They are perpetually dropping something on you. This time of year they happen to be sending off little fuzzy things into the air (which I am blaming for my most recent allergy flare). Later in the season they drop clumps of twigs on top of you, then their leaves dry up and fall much sooner than all the others. Boo. It’s not that I dislike all trees (Willow trees. I like willow trees. They’re pretty and don’t bother anyone), but these guys seem to be terribly high maintenance. Though I suppose I should count my blessings. They could be walnut tress, and I could be living in constant fear of receiving a concussion.
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