So, since we are living in South Carolina, I felt I HAD to find a cotton field and take some pictures of Margo in them. This is the cotton field behind the cotton field that I grew up near (the one that I remember is now a subdivision). Cotton "bushes" are actually fairly prickly so we kept telling Margo that they were "nice cotton" but she was getting stuck by them and kept saying "nice cotton" as she walked through the rows wincing. She was a trooper and we had fun getting some pics of the South Carolina textile in the raw!
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