Monday, October 14, 2013
I had errands and appointments in Jackson three days last week, and, while driving East on I-20 between Vicksburg and Jackson, had to pass by acres and acres of cotton fields that looked as if they had been dusted with a blanket of snow. I could hear those fields calling my name and was frustrated by not having time to stop and capture them with my camera.
I planned to go back Saturday morning, but was afraid the cotton pickers would get there before I did. Saturday morning dawned overcast, with a heavy fog, and I knew it was my lucky day the cotton pickers wouldn't be there until the fog lifted and the cotton had a chance to dry out.
I, not so patiently, waited for the fog to lift and was rewarded with a brilliant October blue sky as a background for my photo shoot. I love it when a plan comes together, don't you!
This field is the same one I featured in a post a couple of weeks ago [The Joys of a Cotton Patch], but it was mostly green then, with a few white tufts of cotton scattered amongst the rows ...
I know the cotton farmer's heart races a little faster every time he checks these beautiful fields ... and where I see beauty, I'm sure he sees dollar signs.
There's just something about a cotton field that inspires my southern pride and makes me glad that I grew up in the "land of cotton."
The cotton bolls were, literally, overflowing, and some looked as if they were the size of baseballs.
Here's that October blue sky I mentioned earlier ...
Isn't it glorious!
And speaking of glorious ... I've photographed dew on roses and pansies and other flowers, but I had never seen dew on cotton!
Is that not awesome!
There should be a country song called, "When the Dew is on the Cotton, I'll be Comin' Home to You."
This next picture is one of my favorites ... I love the contrast between the soft, pristine white cotton and the rustic texture of the leaves and boll.
I was in my glory as I wandered the rows of that cotton field. What better way to spend a Saturday morning than in the midst of God's glory under an October blue sky ... and to be able to capture it and its memory forever in pictures was a special blessing.