Humidity sweeps across the cotton fields with the South Texas wind blasting in strong currents causing your bloodshot eyes to burn. There is a constant murmur of tractors in the distance that is running 24/7 to get the crop harvested as quickly as possible before any rain or storm takes it down. Gnats buzz through the air and if you aren’t careful, they’ll land right on your tongue when you open your mouth to speak. The sharp branches of the cotton plant cut at your legs as you walk near and the itch from the thousands of particles being kicked up into the air from the tractors melts into your skin, burning to be scratched.

Harvest season may not sound like a pleasant experience, but in my house, it’s the best part of the year. My Dad is always buzzing around the house with nervous excitement and continues to text me daily updates on the harvest, even from thousands of miles away.

Next week I head back home, to Duprie Farms, to shoot content with Cotton Inc. and share where cotton comes from, how clothing is made and what the fabric of cotton means to me. It’s a project that is very near and dear to my heart and I could not be more excited.

August has always been my favorite month in the year. It’s a time when we slowly allow summer to collapse into fall and understand that sometimes it is vital to let things go, just like the golden leaves of autumn.


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