First Bloom

Wide open. The farmer's eyes scour the fields searching for something he instinctively knows is there. Somewhere. Hidden among the bright green leaves and dark woody stems. Finally, he catches a glimpse of his prize. The first fruit of all his labor. The very first bloom. White as snow. The color of cotton. Countless tiny squares now dot the flourishing plants in the farmer's fields. Each houses its own precious flower waiting patiently to emerge and become the striking beauty that briefly paints the South's white gold.

Soon the green fields will be dotted with a trinity of colors....countless blooms in red, pink, and the purely perfect white.