I just spent some time down in Georgia visiting relatives on my dads side of the family. We visited where my dad grew up, the lady that raised him (my 89 year old aunt) still lives here. It's an old farm and has a bunch of old barns all over the property. Most of them are not in use anymore and just used as storage, but I still love old barns.
The house below is the house my dad grew up in back in the 40's. The house is over a hundred years old now. Noone lives in it and it's sort of abandoned, but it is sentimental to me.
When my dad was little, they use to pick cotton. He has a lot of cotton pickin' stories, just glad to say that I don't! The only cotton pickin story I have is this one...
I went out into the field and picked some cotton
and made a pretty arragement in a vase with them to decorate my living room.
There was also a pretty peacock there that I was going to get some of the feathers from it that they collect, but I forgot to bring them home! (They don't pluck the peacock, they fall out naturally.)
And have you ever seen white peacocks?
From the butterfly garden.
It was really nice visiting all my relatives. I was raised in Florida so I didn't get to grow up with them. My dad left Georgia when he was in his teens, moved to Canada, then to FL where he met my mom. My mother grew up in Louisiana, I would love to go visit there some day.
The trip was really nice, I had country viddles, rocked on a rocking chair on front porch with family, reminisced about the good ole days and got lots of hugs goodbye until we visit again! :)