Yesterday my husband and I took our four-year-old granddaughter Avery Grace on an adventure -- her first visit to a cotton field. And what a magnificent cotton field it was! (you can click on the images to enlarge them, if you'd like)
We caught it at just the right time, before the huge cotton picking machines descend on the fields to harvest the cotton from the bolls.
The plants stood over five feet tall, if you can imagine, swaying in a gentle breeze, and were loaded with fat, fluffy, snow-white bolls of cotton, ready for picking.
... stopping every now and then to check out an especially fluffy cotton boll.
I loved capturing her with my camera as she discovered the simple pleasures of playing in a cotton field. It wasn't easy to tear myself away, but I knew if I was going to get some pictures of the cotton, I'd better do it before she tired of playing in it.
We broke off a boll of cotton for Avery to take to pre-school today to share with her teacher and friends. I didn't think the farmer would mind, especially if he could have seen the wonder and delight in that little face as she discovered yet another one of God's masterpieces.