Hugging the Tree

Visiting a local nursery for some grasses, I discovered a huge cottonwood tree. Ancient.

Standing in the sun, proud and tall.

I had to approach and hug its base. I could feel its heartbeat through my hands. What an experience!

I asked how old it was.

“500 years” I heard.


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