Cattails
August 26, 2007 by bipolarlawyercook
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August 26, 2007 by bipolarlawyercook
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I like cat tails. I don’t know why, but I’ve like them since I was little.
I think they grew near my grandparents house. I think they did, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Your post brought back a peripheral memory. I can’t quite put my finger on it … Weird.
Morgy, I love them too, but I have a different memory of them. The ground around the central rotary leading in and out of the town where I grew up was undeveloped marsh when I was a kid, and every time we drove by, there’d be mile-high cattails waving in the breeze. They were a nice counterpoint to the Liquid Natural Gas tanks on the other side of the road. Every fall, the Fire Department would do a controlled burn after the cattails started to fuzz and fly. So my memories of cattails also smell of smoke.