Woke up this morning in the deep south, lower Alabama ( LA ), in house the middle of cotton fields. So beautiful and yet such a tortured history. Wasn’t long ago down here, Cotton was King. And all that entailed..the plantation culture the exploitation of human beings, the poverty shacks sharecropping and sorrow. Ahhh, Lincoln, the war, the blood and the glory, such dark, rich history the cotton fields of Alabama, Mississippi and Louisiana. I see so much more than plant when I look at cotton.
Played last night at The Frog Pond on Blue Hill Farm, a very, very cool place indeed!
This morning, our wonderful host Cathe Steele at the Blue Moon Farm House made us biscuits, bacon, eggs and coffee, and it sure felt like home.