So on the way down buzzing through Arkansas (my first time here) I began seeing bales of what I thought was hay bundled in the big round bales.  A bit further down the road I notices white fuzz drifting across the road.  I also noticed a field of white.  Cotton!  Hundreds of fields and even more bales.  Some to be loaded on an 18 wheeler.  

Often I say a silent thank you for the food on my table and the farmers who produce it.  That night I also thanked them for the clothes on my back!