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