Gather the kids around today folks because explaining where cotton comes from is a heck of a lot easier than explaining where these
come from. I am NOT looking forward to that talk. Email any and all advice though – I hear that you never know when they’ll ask.
We planted cotton exactly the same way we planted corn… no discing, no plowing. The grain drill allows us to plant the seeds without disturbing the earth.
In some fields, we planted right on top of the rye (I’ll explain how that happens tomorrow).
The Cotton Husband likes to check on the seeds every now and then. This is a seed just a few short days after planting:
See it? See that blue thing next to those dirty fingers? That’s it!
And you can also see the very small sprout coming out. We’ve been irrigating the cotton a little but have received wonderful, blessed rains over the past couple days – that cotton won’t look like that next time CH goes out to check. Soon it’ll be popping out of the ground just like the corn. We hope. Was that tempting fate to make that statement? Hmmmmm. I take it back then. Making a statement like that is just asking for trouble.
I have come to learn that farmers are superstitious creatures . It’s become second nature to me to hang clothes on the line in order to tempt the rain to fall. In desperate times I may even wash my car. But we have to be pretty desperate for that.