There is something about cattails that attracts the eye. By their soft furry cotton-textured top or, later in the season, the bare dark brown pestle-shaped essence, they project tall, distinct, and regally over other neighboring plants. Of course I am not alone in my fixation by their presence. Adorning the water's edge like a defense line of decorated staves, they become, among much else, a meeting place for amorous and constantly gossiping red-winged blackbirds. This cluster of cattails grows along the Deschutes River riverwalk in the Old Mill District of Bend, Oregon. It is the upturned filigree on the river's edge beckoning us to experience the soothing quality of its nature.