as we were driving home from my mom's house one weekend, peering at the fields of "snow", it occurred to me that my children (and most children that live north of Clanton, AL or Macon, GA) have never seen/touched real cotton.....so i, as any good mother would do, command my husband to pull over so i can pick some cotton....if there had only been a video camera! luckily on those good ol' country backroads the cotton isn't far from the road....
i am here to tell you....those stems may look dried up and dead - but they are NOT! they are quite green on the insides despite their withered outer appearance..... anyhoo....the cotton was picked and the decor was livened up.....cotton reminds me of fall so i felt it worked.....audrey loved looking at it and touching it - though she still doesn't quite understand the difference between it and the cotton balls used to take off her polish.....grant, well he was amused for a moment and then tore it to shreds ~ so typical of our destruct-o maniac.....brett shared some with the science and social study teachers at school....you teachers love stuff like this :) and audrey brought some to school as well.......
sharing the wealth of cotton one blossom/bulb/boll (i don't know the correct term) at a time....as yes i have yet another deep appreciation for ANYONE that ever had to pick cotton in the "good ol' days"....bless them
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