Monday, February 20, 2012

Monday Memories

As a child I loved walking in the cotton fields back home, loved playing with all those cotton balls that had all those pokey things inside them and that hard shell  that surrounded the cotton ball like it just bloomed.

I always wondered how many cotton balls it took to make that cotton dress my grandma would make me and what happened to all those pokey things that was in the cotton, that answer never came.

Grandma would tell me she didn't know, but would say how wonderful and pretty cotton was. I still love the feel  of cotton and the pretty colors of cotton.

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