The Best Cotton Comes From Alabama Cotton Fields
Yesterday I drove past this cotton field. This time of year in Alabama, I can’t leave the house without driving past giant fields of white, fluffy cotton. It’s everywhere. Big fields. Little fields. By gas stations. Between houses.
When the sun is high, and the fields are vast, the cotton in the distance just glitters, as if it were a mirage. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
This is Alabama snow.
Pretty soon it will all be picked clean. It’s almost time to harvest.
It’s always a little sad to see the stripped bare, naked cotton fields.
But it’ll be back next year, just as white, fluffy and beautiful.
Yesterday, I drove past this beautiful cotton field, and I had to jump out and snap a few photos before it’s gone for another year.
So soft. Just like big, fluffy cotton balls.
I always want to reach out and grab it.
This one exploded.
Happy Fall, ya’ll. Love, Alabama.