Picking Cotton

MEMORIES of cotton picking days

picked along with men and women

all over the South

people of all colors

fourteen footer dragged behind

filled with cotton

picked from each boll

start when you’re old enough

to hold a sack

sang in harmony

as we picked

infant scooting behind

too small to pick

“cotton on the roadside

cotton in the ditch

we all picked cotton

but we never got rich”

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photo from SMU Degolyer Library

Picking Cotton

Fruits and Vegetables

Kenya sugar snap peas

leeks and cucumber Holland

Tesco radish and asparagus mushrooms from China

baby corn and red chili Thailand broccoli from Spain

local lettuce

baby carrots from USA

Haricot vert from Italy

India okra

bananas from Ecuador clementines from South Africa Australia mandarins

Pakistan and Egyptian mangoes New Zealand apples

green apples from France

local beets

seedless lime from Vietnam eggplant from GCC (Gulf Cooperation Council)

Morocco provides tomato

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supermarket in Dubai

Fruits and Vegetables

Iowa Harvest

Fields of corn and dust as the combine harvester chops down the whole plant, splices the kernel off the ear and spits out the cob leaving the golden harvest.  The modern day thrashing has made the work fast with tons of corn in a day.  Down the road the ethanol plant will purchase truck loads with jobs for the locals and help to the rural economy.

If the corn is not sold it will be stored in the silos and cribs or fed to pigs who are raised in confinements.  Thousands of pigs confined to small pens where their pig shit falls into a pit to be used as fertilizer.  Fallow are the fields that beckon the first frost.   Fallow are the fields that glow with the first snow.

Winter hardened ground

Frozen against the sharp plow

After harvest time

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dVerse prompt on haibun Monday and the first frost

Iowa Harvest

Alchemy in the Garden

  
Transformed from a small wrinkled seed set in soil at springtime 

I hold the beets by their rat tails after yanking them out of the bed

They do not squeak or squeal as I hose them off for my dinner pot

Filled with docility and content to roast in the oven at a high degree

Except the one that got away by rolling downhill as I lost my grip

Then poof by magic it sprouted legs with blood red fur it ran

It ran to the woods without looking back and I never saw it again
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dVerse prompt on magic and an edict to lighten up

Alchemy in the Garden