It was unseasonably cold when we left Ohio Monday morning, and we passed many frosty fields. When we arrived in Missouri, the fields again looked frosty, but they turned out to be frosted with ripe cotton. We have traveled in cotton country before, but never in the fall.
Still, they seemed to be harvesting a lot, some in these huge rectangular bales, and some in large round bales that were each wrapped in bright yellow plastic. Rail cars waited on sidings and trucks hauled bales around.
When we stopped to take these pictures, I felt the “lint” on the plants. It reminded me of wool: soft and a little greasy. Of course, I was thinking about all the quilt fabric this could produce, but I forgot that cotton seed meal and oil are important parts of the crop. Anyway, this is one of the places where our beautiful fabric gets its start!