I’ve always had a weird draw towards cottonwood. I don’t know exactly what it is, I’ve always thought the trees themselves are beautiful. But what always seems to take my breath away is the cotton seeds that fall every spring. As a kid, I used to take long walks and imgine that it was snowing, and as I got older I always associated cottonwood with romance and fairtales. Watching the sunset over my hometown of Carnation, Wa. and seeing the colorful reflection of the sky in the Tolt River is one of my favorite memories. And while it was certainly a beautiful sight to see, it wouldn’t have been nearly as beautiful without the hunreds of white flakes floating through the air.
Cottonwood, though it may seem a menace to some, will always have a fond place in my heart.





