Blue skies and white fields of cotton. Its a sure sign of Autumn in North Carolina when the fields look like a fresh snow has fallen.
When my mother and I drive by a cotton field, she always tells me stories of picking cotton by hand.
She could pick a lot of cotton once her finger tips got toughened up. The children played underneath shade trees planted in the middle of the field or at the end of the rows. There might be a baby in a playpen. The mama could pick cotton and keep an eye on the children at the same time.
my sister and me
There is a cotton gin located near my house, so as you can imagine the cotton trucks drive by strewing this "snow" in our yard. Hubby stays busy trying to vacuum the cotton and poultry feathers from our yard that fly off trucks going by.
I hope to always live in the country so as not to miss the beautiful sights that can be seen through the eye of the beholder, if only we open our hearts too. It may be a delapidated rustic barn, or a cow trying to eat the grass on the other side of the fence, or a small child swinging in a tire swing... keep your eyes open for the magical things you might see.
5 comments:
Your pictures look almost as if they were taken in my town. My step-son came to live with us a little over a week ago. And all he could tell his friends was about the cotton fields and the cow pastures. The things we take for granted living in the country.
I've been wanting to take a short trip to Surry County. That's where our cotton fields are closest. I have a little homemade crafted angel made of cotton. It's one of my favorite Christmas ornaments. I think I got it at the Peanut festival in Surry.
I really love these home posts of yours. You've got some many memories woven/intertwined among the country landscape and fields. It's a part of your family. You are so blessed to have that grounding.
Thanks for taking me on the lovely drive, I really enjoy taking drives along the backroads of my home too!
Thanks for the memories!!! I, too, picked cotton, even though Baby Brother did not!!!! It is hard work and tough on one's fingers and cuticles.
The fields were cleaner and better picked before the mechanical pickers, however. I cringe when I go by one of those 'half-picked' fields. My father would not have like it one bit.
Marjorie
Hi Debbie,
Reminds me of growing up in NC. I so miss the country.
Have a wonderful week end. Can't wait to see what you are working on.
Hugs,
Elizabeth
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