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
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.
Erika
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.