The title is one of those old country songs from way back when. Cotton pickin is upon us here in Arkansas. The air is fragrant with defoliants (which I hate) and fluffy bolls of cotton (which I love). While the weather stays nice and dry, I can look forward to hubby being in the field until after dark most days. I'll be spending some of my time on the weekends out in the fields with Zach cause that child sure loves to help them at harvest time.
I walked out the front door and took a couple of photos of the field to the south of our house.