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Autumn is my favorite time of year. I know spring is rebirth and summer is fun and all that, but autumn brings so many wonderful memories to my mind. Cotton in the fields,tractors and cotton pickers running at all hours, the smell of the cotton, cotton gins running all night, train whistles in the far distance, and beautiful sunsets as I would walk home by the shortcut through the alley from town. And the trees. Where I grew up, there aren’t a lot of trees. Most of them have been cut down to plant more cotton. There are fewer now than when I was growing up because farms have gotten bigger and most of the land isn’t owned by family farmers, but has been bought up by corporations. They cut down a lot of the trees that grew along the fence rows and acted as wind breaks. Now it’s not unusual to have sand storms in the delta region where I’m from.
My drive to work takes me through 35 miles of the most beautiful country in this land. There are hills and hollers and cattle grazing in still green meadows. And there must be a billion trees. Trees of all kinds and, right now, trees of all colors. I am always tempted to just stop and gaze at the beauty. But, going to work I’m almost always in a hurry and coming home, I am almost always in a hurry. Maybe Saturday morning I’ll take the camera and just pull to the side of the road and take some pictures. I’d love for everyone to see the beauty I experience every day.