On the way to Memphis this weekend

What are those giant white rectangles in the fields around here?

I don’t know, it looks…fluffy.

Like a big mattress.

Yes, like you could make stuff out of it, like shirts or soft things.

There’s more of it sitting in the fields. On plants.

What is it?

(it took much longer to figure out than it should have for two adults: COTTON.)

Posted by Melissa on October 7th, 2007 under Boyfriendlies, Observations



5 Responses to “On the way to Memphis this weekend”

  1. Lindy Says:

    You are a dork and that’s why I love you so much! LOL!

  2. motherofbun Says:

    For what its worth, I wouldn’t have EVER figured that out. :-)

  3. Christine (Farmer Girl) Says:

    Case and John Deere just came out with a new Cotton Picking machine. It is fierce and saves a lot of time. Very expensive though!!!! I am sure Case has the best machine, remember if it ain’t red keep it in the shed!!!! I wished I could have went with you guys, it is so neat to go to that part of the state, so much different with the crops then the middle part of Missouri.

  4. delagar Says:

    About fifteen years ago, mr. delagar and I were driving out from PA together, down to Arkansas together for the first time (together for the first time — he’d been there bf) and I made him get off the interstate, b/c he never had, and take some two-lanes, he announced, in a tone of great excitement, as we went through the countryside, “Look! Hay balls!”

    To this day, I torment him with that. Every time we pass a field full of those big round hay bales, I yelp, in fake, excitement, “Hay balls!”

    A P.S. When the kid was about three, I did this one day — “Look!” I told her. “Hay balls!”

    She looked, and said, in tones of great ennui, “A horse must have coughed them up.”

    And then snickered at *me*.

  5. jaelithe Says:

    My husband and son and I just got back from a trip to Alabama (it was more glamorous than it sounds), and on the way down I also got to see cotton fields at harvest for the first time.

    The whole way through cotton country, for reasons I cannot fathom, I was obsessed with the idea of with stopping the car and getting out and walking over to a random field and stealing just one tuft of cotton off a yet-to-be-picked plant. Just one. It wouldn’t have been a terrible crime to take one tuft, would it have?

    (I didn’t do it.)

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