Day Forty-Six

You know how I know it's summer even though the temperatures refuse to get much past 70 degrees (for which I am profoundly thankful, by the way)?

Because the cottonwood is flying. (Click on the picture for a better view).



Sometimes it lands.



I don't think the seed has much chance of taking root here. Though that would be pretty cool. I love cottonwoods and their aspeny, singing leaves. Having one growing out of the trunk of my car would be sweet.