Taxodium distichum
I tower over most of these folks. I like the sun on my crown and my roots in the wet soil. Some days, I forget I’m even deciduous…until my needles fall and remind me.
That Peppervine fella climbs all over me like I’m a ladder. Can’t say I mind too much, although sometimes I forget he’s there until the birds come snacking on his berries.
Floodwaters? Hah, I was made for swamps and bayous. Drought? I’ll manage. It’s the cold winters that leave me bare,but when spring comes, I always remember how to be green again.