Genesis 1:11
Then God said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds.” And it was so.
The cotton field has been a good place for riding. Being able to soak Mosey's feet as we plodded along in the mud has been good for them. Mosey being able to get a cool fresh drink on occasion was been relaxing. Him being able to play in the water sprinklers was always fun. Stopping and letting him eat some grass right in middle of the field, when there was not cotton and it was the only grass around, was nutritional for Mosey and peaceful for me. Watching the cotton crop start from a little seedling, to the full grown plant, to the purple bud, to the yellow flower, to the boll, to the open cotton seed filled with white cotton, to stripping it and making into giant cotton bales has been a real education for me. I never thought a field of cotton would have such pleasant memories and fond occasions to reflect on. But you can read back on my blog and see it. You can see the photos on my computer. So today, one more time, we surrounded ourselves with tall green blooming cotton, drank from the pooling water, played in the water sprinkler and walked one more time through the cotton field as we said good bye to west Texas.
"Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land!"
Happy Trails as you Encourage One Another
And Continue the journey on fresh paths.
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