Cotton

By SKEETER,

We left our Georgia Garden during the week of Thanksgiving. The Saint had a business trip to attend in Florida. He took a few days of vacation so I tagged along for a bit of fun in the sun. We must travel back highways for some time until we meet up with the Interstate headed this direction. I enjoy traveling the back roads as you never know what one might see along the way. Just look at what our eyes spotted within an hour of our journey. Fields of Cotton!
Of course I had the Saint pull the car to the side of the road for a photo op. He hates when I have him do this but on back roads there is not much traffic so I do not hesitate asking him for such small joys in life.

*Thanks sweet Saint for pulling over when I know you did not want to...

Not only did we spot fields of cotton but also bales of the white fluff.
Not pure white as there is some debris within. Where is Eli Whitney and his Cotton Gin ?
This field was stripped of the clothes making materials. The South Plains of the United States is the largest contiguous cotton growing region in the world.
A few late blooming balls remained. I did not bother the cotton as I feared a shotgun in my face. I just snapped pictures then off we went on down the road.
In this field the tarps on the cotton were blue in color. The first field had green tarps. I wonder if that has a meaning, like belonging to a different farmer or different quality of cotton. Hum, one can only wonder when they do not know too much about cotton crops....
Soon after we had gotten back onto the road, we came upon a truck filled with one of the huge bales.
I can only wonder what will be made from this COTTON, In the Garden...
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