Sunday, October 30, 2011

In Them Old Cotton Fields Back Home

Bonjour from Campagne Maison

etched somewhere along a turn-row off US Hwy 61 South, in Osceola, AR, you may find this...


.....sentiments from a big brother to a little sister....

enjoying an afternoon of fun family photos

making more memories with our Mamaw

who is tickled pink

to be walking in high cotton

where old times there are not forgotten

In them old cotton fields back home!

Thanks for stopping by the farmhouse for a visit today! We love having company.

Au revoir,


Sea Witch said...

LOve this sweet post and the song. Being a dyed in the wool yankee, I had never seen cotton in its natural state until I drove through Texas. I was on my way to Atlanta from Nevada (another story, another time) and it was like I drove into a snow storm. What looked like snow was being blown all around the highway. When I put on the windshield wipers these snow balls attached themselves to the wiper blades and that is when I realized it was cotton. Apparently, the cotton was being picked state wide and the leftover was being blown all around. I pulled over and collected a big bag full to spin with. One of my favorite travel stories to tell.

Ana said...

Awwww, what a sweet post. Love the pics Jacque.

Hugs and Kisses,