Daughter C has decided it’s time for Fall. There are ghosts everywhere! Thus concludes your mid-morning dose of real life here on the Farm in rural Mississippi where the temperature is forecast to be … 89° and the cotton farmers are getting anxious because we’ve had so many downpours in the last few days they
Mr. Cotton Farmer started picking cotton the day before yesterday. He’s making good progress. Seems a bit early to me, but what do I know? I’m not a cotton farmer. Well, I’ll be danged. Having searched for “cotton” posts, and viewed the results, seems cotton pickin’ is right on schedule. Go figure that the Mr.
Currier & Ives Chronicles of America (1968, p191; reproduced here from the Library of Congress archives). “A Cotton Plantation…” was first published in 1884.
The fields are planted. The plants have been making good progress. But Mr. Cotton Farmer planted late. It’s dry. His plants are suffering. The forecast is for something like 100-100-102-100-101-99. Or something like that. I’ll need to water the squash. I don’t want to, but I’ll need to. MORE ORGANIC MATTER. suek and I are
There’s a gas station in town that has been closed for some time but the sign is still advertising Regular at $2.859/gal. The truck has a 36 gallon tank. Normally, I fill up when it’s about 1/2 empty– it hurts less. But what with driving to MEM and being anxious to get back to the
I need to clean the windshield. You thought I was done talking about cotton, didn’t you? So you don’t need to click to enlarge I’m not positive, but I think the green contraption is the same type of contraption I posted about here. Photo from Cotton Farming. Citation information at the above linked post. There
Mr. Cotton Farmer started to harvest his cotton on October 9th. That was over two weeks ago. With the exception of one rainy day, he’s been picking every single day, sun up to past sun down, and he’s still not done. Still pickin’ (way out there) A fuel tank in the field Fuel tanks are
A bale of cotton Clearly I exaggerated when I said cotton bales were the size of railroad cars. Unfortunately, there’s nothing in this photo that gives you any perspective, but they are BIG. I had difficulty getting this photo. Every time I drove through the field there was something going on– lots of big machines,
Zoom in. It’s cotton. Mr. Cotton Farmer is starting to pick. I’ll takes some pics.
A nice little cottage in Arkansas We ventured off the farm and traveled to and from Arkansas earlier this week. Some thoughts about what we saw along the way… I thought there was a lot of cotton around here. I was mistaken. The Mississippi delta has a lot of cotton. Cotton farmers work on Sunday.
the cotton got picked! A small part of my neighbor’s cotton field There are a lot of pretty sights out here. This is certainly one of them. The first fall we lived here was exceptionally wet. You can’t pick and bale cotton in the rain and mud. From what I can tell, this has been