Standing tall and dark against a greying sky this huge tree lends a new meaning to the word change. It was stark bare with not a single leaf a few weeks back. It was covered with red flowers before that. The fallen flowers were as big as tennis balls and my dog felt it was his duty to grab each ball and run like the wind. After the rains it is full of leaves. Its immense height makes a good landing ground for the leggy birds and also eagles. By summer the first cotton pods start to burst and the sky is adrift with wispy fluffy things. I become enthused about collecting and making a soft pillow for my head. Within a month all the cotton stops flying and my ideas about soft pillows are shelved till next year.
When I lived near a cotton wood tree I also thought of the "fluffy things" and soft pillows. Lovely descriptive words.
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