The snow is on the ground in South Texas...in July! It won't be here long, the pickers are already working...the gins and compresses too.
Pickers eye view...first one to the end of the row gets a big drink of water. I remember my mothers tales of picking cotton. This was back in the late 1920's and early 30's when it was all done by hand and the whole family picked. The boys went to the fields early in the morning, then the girls joined them after they had done the house chores. They worked all day, the girls going home to get supper done while the boys stayed and picked...tough work...I don't know if my mom loved my dad more for the good man that he was or because he rescued her from that cotton patch.
Brush country oasis.