cotton – Prose and Possibilities

Whispers on the Fence Line 8/10/2025

By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I don’t think I will ever be able to stop being amazed by the simplest things in nature. Of course, we’re all awestruck by a mountain view or a thundering waterfall—those are the easy wonders. They require no real effort to appreciate. Even someone indifferent to jewelry can’t deny the beautyContinue reading “Whispers on the Fence Line 8/10/2025”

Things ‘Round Here 7/28/2024

By: Jennifer Richardson Holt In perusing social media recently, I stumbled upon a refreshing little anecdote amongst the rubble that is current American society. It was one of those lists describing the qualities of a certain area and how if one is familiar with all the traits on the list then they can be certainContinue reading “Things ‘Round Here 7/28/2024”

Not Quite Yet 7/30/2023

By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I am having a significant case of the “almost”. Let me explain. I am at that time of year when all sorts of things are getting ready to begin. All sorts of happenings are right around the corner. All the busyness is visible, but just off in the distance. This isContinue reading “Not Quite Yet 7/30/2023”

‘Round These Parts 10/9/2022

By: Jennifer Richardson Holt The cotton field near my home is very close to being ready for harvest. I know, I know. It is so achingly southern of me to be excited by this. It is probably, no, definitely even more so for me to be planning taking pictures of my daughter in said cottonContinue reading “‘Round These Parts 10/9/2022”

Everyday Abundance 10/11/2020

By: Jennifer Richardson Holt The rural nature of my home is certainly not a secret if you have read my blog for any amount of time. I have written before about my life in a small town and have given you multiple accounts of rural happenings around my dwelling. There is an aspect I haveContinue reading “Everyday Abundance 10/11/2020”

Of Crown and Cotton 7/26/2020

By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Both my parents grew up picking cotton. My mother’s family did so in the Appalachian foothills of northeastern Alabama. I am not entirely sure how they managed much by way of field agriculture there considering the rock to dirt ratio is roughly 200 to 2 but somehow apparently her family managedContinue reading “Of Crown and Cotton 7/26/2020”