When the cotton bolls open and reveal their white fluff white we know it is fall.
And of course when the grass in the bar ditch and the weeds along the fence line turn yellow, we know it is either fall or a drought.
Sometimes there will even be a tree or two that pops up in those bar ditches.
Matter of fact anyplace where water congregates you just might find a tree or three. Like along the sandy banks of our mostly dry creeks and rivers.
Yeah, I know most of you have far prettier fall foliage tours than I was able to provide, but I'm kind of partial to the wide-open rigged beauty the Texas Panhandle has to offer. And while we don't have many trees we go to great lengths to protect the ones we do have from rustlers.
Barbed Wire- It Ain't Just to Keep The Livestock In.
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