I’m a little obsessed with cottonwood trees. Mostly because they are one of the only trees around here that turn yellow in the fall and lose their leaves for winter. I stare at them obsessively throughout the fall and winter each year. They only grow near water so they are far and few between. They make an impression among the scrub brush and cactus.
I feel like cottonwoods are survivors climbing out of the desert landscape to announce, “We are here! We are here! We are here!” I like that about them. I also like that they have branches growing in every direction and clumps of leaves at the end of those branches. They are fascinating trees.
Have you ever been in a situation where you had to grow where you were planted? I feel that way about New Mexico sometimes. You have to have ingenuity and gumption to make it here. You really have to make the best of things. You have to be a go-getter. I’m growing slowly where I have been planted, but if I keep seeking out what I need (water) and having gratitude for what I have plenty of (sun) I’m sure eventually I will make it closer to the sky!
I have painted sixteen paintings so far. I’ve made it past the midway hump! I hope I can keep up the momentum for the next two weeks. Thank you for supporting me through this challenge!