I was pleased and surprised this past weekend when I went out shopping for the first time in a year, walked into one of my favorite boutiques, and saw a door wreath decorated with cotton bolls. That’s not something you see every day out here in the wild west. Looking at those little fluff balls brought back many childhood memories of our annual road trips through Texas where we’d see miles upon miles of cotton fields on our way to visit my dad’s family in the 1950’s and 60’s. And when I say miles and miles, what I really mean is half the state of Texas. Those cotton fields were never-ending.
Carolyn Anderson Jones 