Sent: Tuesday, September 04, 2012 6:58 AM
Subject: It will be alright

Soggy, sopping wet Cocker Spaniels. That is what the cotton looks like right now. It is droopy and matted and dirty with rainwater and splashed mud from the storms we had.  When I was a little girl my dearest friend was a Cocker Spaniel, and he and I spent many hours wading in the creek. The creek was over knee deep for me and up to his chin and his beautiful long ears would float out beside him as we walked along in the creek. We would both be covered with sand and mud and creek water, but those times were heavenly to us. The cotton bolls that were white fluffy clouds on Sunday afternoon are a memory now.

With some sunshine and breezes it could dry out, but the weather forecast doesn’t look promising.  Still there are many, many more bolls that have not opened yet, and I hope they remain closed until this rainy spell has passed.

I went back to the field last night just before dark hoping it had dried some, but when I gently pulled on the cotton it was still dripping wet.

The weeds are easier to pull right now with the ground wet, so I’ll be pulling weeds today and praying for sunshine. I’m trying to look on the bright side, but dayum.

Love Always,
Lisa

Thank you for the compliment of Poet Laureate!  I’ve never been called anything that important in my life. I think I’m more of a Lorax of the little Cotton Field…