In the hazy heat of a Southern Summer morning the cotton fields around the farmer's house take on the appearance of a watercolor painting. Endless, perfect landscapes of green stippled with blooms of white and red and every shade of pink between the two. A closer inspection, however, reveals something that, to the farmer, is even more beautiful than the blooms. Hidden among the leaves and stalks, are full and perfect bolls of green stippled with brown. The result of blooms past. The hope of future harvest.
Blooms and bolls appear together for time, but soon the blooms will fade away with the cotton's leaves and the last of summer's heat and the bolls will emerge as the true beauty of the cotton plant for every passing eye to behold....fields white for harvest.
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