Several years ago, my friend Maryann and I decided to grow cotton in a small space next to her house. In our defense, it was the sunniest place available. We produced two lackluster bolls. This year, we girded our loins, bought an heirloom variety of cotton named Nankeen Brown, enrolled in the state's boll weevil eradication program and planted 189 seeds. 150 survived and were transplanted to my backyard. This is our story.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
A few of our beauties
Some of these guys are a foot tall! Others? Well, on our farm, everything is encouraged to grow at its own pace. Doesn't that sound zen? It's a wonderful way to keep from uttering discouraging words to the under performers.
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