On my way home from the Country Living Fair I exited I-20 at Talladega to avoid all the Nascar race day traffic. As I was coming into Childersburg I spotted this huge field of cotton looking all snowy and showy and Southern, so I decided to snap some pictures of it. Cotton fields like this make me proud to be from the Dixieland. It’s such a beautiful crop. Northerners have snow, southerners have fields of cotton.
I can remember my dad stopping the car on the side of the road and picking a few cotton bolls for me to ooh and ahh over when I was a kid.
I will admit that I snagged myself a few and brought them home to Garrett. He was amazed by all the cotton balls on a stick.
I might have a few other plans for my little cotton bolls. My friend Kent talked about decorating with them, and that got my wheels a-turnin. I’ll see what I can come up with.
In the mean time let’s all put our hand over our hearts, curl our upper lips all Elvislike and sing together….
Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
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absolutely beautiful…my friend Andrea recently drove through the south and told me the cotton fields were stunning. I had never really heard them talked about before, but twice in a week…I want to see them now!!
I also wish I were going to Haven with you…would be so fun!
Being a northerner all my life, this is totally new to me. Love the pics, Beth!!!!
Jump down turn around pick a pail of cotton jump down turn around pick a pail a day. Oh Lordy pick a pail of cotton oh Lordy pick a pail a day…. Looks almost like snow. Especially the field picture.
My dad was a cotton farmer. I loved seeing this every year (though I didn’t enjoy walking the rows to hoe weeds!)
I live in Oregon now and I miss this sight. Thanks for sharing!
For 6 years between 1995 and a few days after the World Towers tradgedy, I lived on Lake Logan Martin in Cropwell. I loved living on the lake. Probably just a short drive from you. I grew up in Indiana so I never saw a cotton field until then. I regret not stopping by one of the fields to pick a little piece of raw cotton or even to take a picture. However, I haven’t forgotten what the field looked like. Thanks for the picture.