So I was slightly discouraged about my location in the world when I headed out this afternoon. But as I pulled out of my tiny little town, I noticed a slight dusting of puffy white, floating lightly on the grass beside the road. It was absolutely beautiful. Dainty and pure and simply pretty.
Cotton.
It is harvest time. And suddenly, I can appreciate my tiny little southern town again. Dirt roads, pecan groves, and loose cotton, rather than snow, dusting the side of the road. Life is good.
3 comments:
That is so poetic! How sweet....and hot, and dry, and buggy...lol! ha!
Yup! Georgia snow!!
It did snow here really good 20 years ago. Nobody knew what to do with it! No one knows how to drive in it, walk on it, nothing. I had chicken pox (I was 13), so I didn't feel good enough to play in it. )o:
Great attitude!! I'd take the little Georgia town 'snow' to say - New York City snow ANY day!
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