I just wanted to share with my readers a few photos I took several weeks ago. The cotton fields were as lovely as I remember from my childhood. For years it seems that farmers around here opted for other crops and cotton fields were not very prevalent. This year it looked like it snowed.
Like most folks, I think I had a great childhood. I have wonderful memories of play and porch sitting. Parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and neighbors would sit on the front porch and visit while the children played way into the night. I am very tuned in to sights and sounds. The sounds of those adults laughing and chatting remains a endearing sound in my memory.
The sight of these cotton fields bring me back to a time when I was young and cotton fields were a backdrop to my youth. I remain in awe at how beautiful the fields appear. The bolls were as big as I have ever seen them. They also remind me how I cherish being a Southern girl and how I do have a sense of place.
Thanks to the farmers who work the land. Thank you local farmers for bringing back cotton crops that can remind me of a precious childhood. What kind of sights remind you of childhood? Please comment.
I spent my early childhood in Illinois. Both sets of my grandparents were farmers. In the summer my brother and I spent two weeks at each set of grandparents. Instead of cotton, they raised corn or soybeans or wheat depending on the year. The corn towered over everyone and people had to be very careful at the country crossroads when driving as it was difficult to see around the corners of enormous fields of corn. My grandparents would take us to county fairs and let us bet on the horse races! They were the best and I cherish those times with them.
ReplyDeleteDebbie what beautiful memories you have. It sounds like a wonderful time for you and your brother. Sounds like wonderful grandparents in a magical time in your life. Thanks for commenting.
DeleteYes they were Donna. It was just beautiful and I hated to see harvest time. Thanks for commenting.
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