Friday, October 24, 2014


It's cotton time again.  I'd never seen it baled before.  I still remember seeing my first cotton field.  Forget apricot trees,  I'm convinced if Janice Kapp Perry had lived in the South there would be at least three Primary songs about a cotton field....

Joining Mamabyrd and friends in their weekly Impressions.  Feel free to add your own here, or there.

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