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!