I met some friends over the weekend to catch up. We’ve all been off doing our own thing for quite a while. Yummm – white sangria!
And the cotton is high…
The words are swimming around in my head:
Summertime, and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high….
I like Billie Holiday’s version.
We took a trip to the Coastal Bend of Texas for a few days. We come down here nearly every year, and really enjoy it. Very rustic, but beautiful. Along the way to the coast, we drive through the cotton fields. This time we came a little earlier than usual, and we got to see the fields before harvest. A sea of white fluffiness: