The Bow Belle

No events, silly or important, struck my fancy today, so I reached into my box and grabbed a bow. Ah, the big cotton bow!  The cotton here in the Bootheel isn't looking pretty yet, but it won't be too much longer 'til it does.  Of course, that means that the crop dusters will be spraying that God-forsaken defoliant, but that's a small price to pay for living in a farming area.  I wouldn't trade my farmland for the world! If any of y'all have a favorite crop, please drop it below. Love, RagingMoon1987

Some folks start wearing their Christmas garb before Thanksgiving is even over, but for me the first of December (or close to it) is about right.  This bow fits that bill pretty well. For some reason Mama has developed this fixation with the chubby, big-bearded gnomes that have become popular over the past couple'a years, and since she doesn't wear hair bows herself she projected that bit of herself onto me with this bow.  Not that I mind, because it's a nice, big, comfortable bow with tails that flutter.  I hate it that I can only wear it around Christmas!  That's the worst thing about seasonal clothes and accessories; they're usually cute and/or attractive, but they're intended for wear maybe one month out of the year.  Oh well, I'll get as much mileage out of these Christmas bows as I can. Lighthearted as this whimsy bow is, the message brings back some melancholy memories. The first time I heard "I'll Be Home For Christmas" was the first C...