McIntosh Cotton

Written By Jennifer Mcintosh

November 11, 2021

I wake up to snow covered fields this time of year. The mornings are cold and crisp. The sun creeps up and casts a orange pink glow across the puffy fields of white. By afternoon, the air is dry and it’s the perfect time for harvesting cotton. Large modules form like giant square clouds covered in cloth by the time the sunsets. It feels like a dream outside, the gathering of tiny pieces of fiber that go on to make our Homegrown Cotton Shirts and other fabrics around the world. I always gather baskets full to use for wreaths and projects. But mostly, I like to hold on to its beauty just a little longer than the season.

I wake up to snow covered fields this time of year. The mornings are cold and crisp. The sun creeps up and casts a orange pink glow across the puffy fields of white. By afternoon, the air is dry and it’s the perfect time for harvesting cotton. Large modules form like giant square clouds covered in cloth by the time the sunsets. It feels like a dream outside watching the gathering of tiny pieces of fiber that go on to make our Homegrown Cotton Shirts and other fabrics around the world. I always gather baskets full of cotton to use for wreaths and projects. But mostly, I like to hold on to its beauty just a little longer than the season.

Jennifer Mcintosh
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