Yesterday was a heavy blog, so let’s have a little simple wonder today. I have lived around cottonwood trees my whole life. We have lived in our house, that has a hundred year old cottonwood tree in the backyard, for 15 years. I have probably picked up thousands of fallen twigs before my dad, my husband, my brother, or I mowed the lawn, because cottonwoods drop sticks constantly. It wasn’t until last year when I learned there are magic in those sticks.
A friend of ours showed up to pick up his daughter and we were playing in the backyard. He looked at our tree and asked, “Is that a cottonwood tree?” Before we could answer he picked up a stick broke it in half and said, “Oh, it is. Look at the star.”
Folks, there is magic in cottonwood sticks. Look for the ridges on the surface and break the stick between them. If it breaks cleanly you will always find a tiny perfect star.