Another sleepy, dusty, Delta day
Okay, that was back on June third, but today's bow wasn't ready then. Indeed, since these bows are apparently made to order they take awhile to ship. Anyway, despite me being located in Missouri the phrase "sleepy, dusty, Delta day" fits pretty well. It's warm (but not hot, thank God), it's a bit windy, and most of the Missouri Bootheel is sand so the dust is stirring. It's a good day to do nothing, but of course, I have to work. Work means a hair bow, so...well, it ties in tangentially with Billie Joe McCallister and his fatal jump of the Tallahatchie Bridge. The protagonist in "Ode to Billie Joe" was chopping cotton when she learned that her friend had jumped.
Etsy shop is TincysCorner, down in Louisiana. Fitting! This particular bow is made out of linen, and linen is new territory for me because I don't have too many bows made out of that. The vast majority of my bows are grosgrain, and indeed this one has a knot of grosgrain at the center.
Cotton isn't the juggernaut here in the South like it used to be, but it's still extremely important, enuff so that cotton is one of the most common crops grown in my neck of the woods. It is a beautiful crop, especially in the fall when the bolls are splitting open and the fleecy white fibers are beginning to show. I think I've discussed my fondness for the crop twice on my doll blog (posts HERE and HERE). All of the crops grown around here are beautiful in their own way, but I think the cotton may be my favorite. Yeah...ask me again in the fall which crop is my favorite and I'll say milo or soybeans or whatever I happen to be looking at. In the autumn the fields are all different colors, and from the air it all comes together to look like a big patchwork quilt. Snowy cotton here, sandy-colored ripe soybeans there, green soybeans that are a little behind schedule in one field, russet-colored milo in another, a few brown fields that were left fallow or were harvested early, all separated into squarish blocks by windbreaks or access roads or rail lines. It truly is a sight.
Nowadays very few people chop cotton by hand like the protagonist in "Ode to Billie Joe" was doing. Indeed, it's such a thing of the past now that I had to look up what chopping cotton entailed. Basically one thins out the excess plants and then reenforces the remaining ones with a hoe. Weeds are eliminated in the process. It was hot, tiresome work, and it could be irksome as well when the weather got bad or the mosquitoes were thick. I've never done it myself, but plenty of my older friends have!
Love,
RagingMoon1987
Cotton isn't the juggernaut here in the South like it used to be, but it's still extremely important, enuff so that cotton is one of the most common crops grown in my neck of the woods. It is a beautiful crop, especially in the fall when the bolls are splitting open and the fleecy white fibers are beginning to show. I think I've discussed my fondness for the crop twice on my doll blog (posts HERE and HERE). All of the crops grown around here are beautiful in their own way, but I think the cotton may be my favorite. Yeah...ask me again in the fall which crop is my favorite and I'll say milo or soybeans or whatever I happen to be looking at. In the autumn the fields are all different colors, and from the air it all comes together to look like a big patchwork quilt. Snowy cotton here, sandy-colored ripe soybeans there, green soybeans that are a little behind schedule in one field, russet-colored milo in another, a few brown fields that were left fallow or were harvested early, all separated into squarish blocks by windbreaks or access roads or rail lines. It truly is a sight.
Nowadays very few people chop cotton by hand like the protagonist in "Ode to Billie Joe" was doing. Indeed, it's such a thing of the past now that I had to look up what chopping cotton entailed. Basically one thins out the excess plants and then reenforces the remaining ones with a hoe. Weeds are eliminated in the process. It was hot, tiresome work, and it could be irksome as well when the weather got bad or the mosquitoes were thick. I've never done it myself, but plenty of my older friends have!
Love,
RagingMoon1987
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