Alright, alright, we’re a week and a half into this, and the neighbors are right. Not six inches of snow yet, but this stuff is -everywhere-. Still, I do think if I give the trees […]
When we bought this house and started to get to know the neighbors, almost all of them advised us to get rid of our cottonwoods. Since one reason we actually LIKED the neglected house was the fact that it had so many mature trees, we weren’t exactly ready to rip out the chain saw just yet.
“Just wait till the fluff comes out.”
“It’s hideous – it gets everywhere!”
“Ohhhh… so YOU’RE the new owner of the infamous Cottonwood Corner?”
“Love what you’re doing to the house. You’re getting rid of those trees right?”
“Cottonwoods are junk trees.”
I even heard rumors that a nearby neighbor was highly allergic to them. I asked her about it, and she said she’s not really allergic, she just hates them.
“I dunno, they probably could use some pruning… but I guess I’ll wait and see what happens,” has been my standard reply. Meanwhile, in this past month’s Mayor’s letter to the town, he advised everyone to plant a tree for Arbor Day. He said he’d looked all over town and couldn’t find the Grove in Pleasant Grove. Apparently he’s never seen my yard.