just right for the pickin.
the soft, white, billowy carpets of gently drifting land is quite magical this time of year.
the scent of the cotton gin permeates the hot air.
the humble farm fields remind me of simpler times and from where we come.
all the cotton stirs up lovely memories of
my dad playing his folk guitar and singing
the old tune...
on returning, i can't help but notice the sun lower in the sky and shadows changing in the yard. the light is different and the days shorter.
summer ends this week........
so looking forward to your cooler self.
all the cotton, has reminded me of one of my all time favorite movies, starring Sally Field,
"Places in the Heart".
a must see!!