Here’s a picture of a cotton field by my house.
I’d meant to put these up last week. Cotton is rather pretty. The plants are in bloom. Pretty reddish, pink flowers. Larger blossoms than you’d think.
This weekend all the flowers had closed up, forming the cotton ball. I’ve noticed that all the local cotton gins have cleaned their grounds and rounded up all the cotton trucks.
I’ll follow the crop this year and tell you as the cotton is picked and processed. It’d be interesting if I could find out where the cotton from this field ended up eventually.
With the frustrations of the site being down a good portion of the day, this seems an appropriate and quiet close. How’s your week starting out?