Outside my home office window is a small strip of cotton field. Small, because our young neighbor, who farms for his uncle, wanted to add some crops of his own. So while 2 acres may seem like nothing to most farmers, he's managing to gather a few extra acres around the neighborhood for some extra cash...because there's a little bundle of baby boy expected in December. He's a good young farmer and had I included a shot of the rest of the field, that another neighbor "manages" (he plants seeds and thinks God should take care of the rest) you'd see the difference in work ethic.
As a kid, I called them "Popcorn fields" because all that fluffy whiteness looked like popcorn. That might've not set well with my ancestors, who were farmers, but they'd forgive me because I too enjoy warm earth and planting. I actually found a newspaper article concerning my 2x Great Grandmother's 81st birthday which included,"She is not only able to do quite a good deal of work around the house, but still enjoys the activity of field work. Last year she picked cotton with her grandchildren- and rarely ever picked under 100 pounds a day. This is wonderful considering her advanced age."
Wow! You go Great Grandma!
Some weeds, like pig weed, have grown resistant to herbicides and farmers have actually gone back to having workers go into the field and pluck it out by hand. My young neighbor did so this summer and that 2 acres is the only spot in a 30+ acre field without 5 foot high weeds. (Take note, older farmer who thinks he's done when the seed goes in the ground). Which is why I was so surprised to see something else in his field this morning.
Not many, just a small patch in purple, pink and a few miniatures in baby blue on the edge of the field. But instead of weeds, they look like exclamation points on a more well tended field.
Now before someone points out weeds,
that was grass along the edge of the border dividing field and lawn.
He's good, not perfect.
And so with such lovely color available,
I took advantage of Bou the dog following me and snapped a few shots.
(That's my "crop" of yellow Lantana, planted inside an old tractor tire).
After all, it's almost Christmas calendar season,
and my 4 legged Pin Up only has so much patience with posing.
But after watching me snaps shot of cotton,
he wasn't suspicious when I invited him to sit down.
Y'all have a great weekend!