I was over at Upright and Breathing, and noticed a post about cotton growing in Missiouri. I was surprised, simply because I didn't know that cotton grew that far north. I stand corrected.
For those of us who grew up around such things, there is a time in the Autumn when the cotton is heavy in the bolls, and the plant is almost dead. Cotton drapes itself down the plant and the leaves are gone. Harvest time.
On a moonlit night, when the moon is so bright that you can almost see your shadow, the white cotton stands out in the moonlight, where the rest of the plant fades into the shadows. The visual effect is like the cotton is floating in air, without any visible support. It is quite beautiful, and has a stunning visual effect.
And, if you happen to be parked near that cotton field with an attractive young lady, the romance is enhanced by the effect.
Aaah, sweet memories.
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