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Cottonwood

Let me tell you the story of this tree. It's around 7 years old--I know this because I pulled it out of a crack the first spring it popped up.

I was walking with some students along the sidewalk, their chatter filling the air, and I spotted it: 3 or 4 sets of leaves waving like a mini flag right next to a car tire. It had rained a day or two before, so when I gently pulled on the trunk--which was more like a twig--it came up easily, roots and all.

"What are you doing?" One of my students asked.

"Saving this tree," I said.

We headed inside to find a cup of water, and I explained just how I intended to save the tree. "It's dying." I assured them it would live. I explained--again--that if I left the roots in water and later planted and soaked it, it had a good chance.

"It's dying."

It's over seven years later, and every once in a while I remind one of the students with me that day that the tree is still alive.

I've replanted it a couple of times, including a good root pruning last fall, and it's as healthy as ever.
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