Looking For Cotton Fields And Found Nirvana

I have been on a mission for the past few weeks. One of my BFF’s, and also my Frissy, wants to do a project that requires cotton balls…like real cotton that still has the husk attached…and since there are no cotton fields in “her” beautiful New York City, she asked me to see if I could find some real cotton that might be growing in one of the many fields that we are supposed to have here in “my” beautiful Chandler Arizona…If I were to find a cotton field of course I would ask permission to get a stock or two of cotton and send them to my frissy. Sounds like an easy enough request right? Well…not so much…I have looked high and low for a cotton field. I’ve been all the way out to the Queen Creek area and the San Tan Mountain Reserve which is about 40 miles from my house and found nothing…not a cotton field in sight. I do have a plan (B) because I always have a plan (B) for everything because I’m pretty much a planner at heart and old habits are hard to break…but I wasn’t ready to give up on my first plan of finding a real cotton field…

So today I decided I would try again to find a real cotton field. After I got home from taking my daughter, Shantel, to school, I grabbed my camera, a banana, water, and hopped on my bike. It’s very windy here today, VERY windy…and I thought wow…this is GREAT FUN ridding my bike with the wind to my back…it was like I was sailing but on land. I mean I was going really fast and it was almost effortless…

I saw horses grazing in a field…

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I saw lama’s grazing in a yard…who knew we had lama’s right here in my own neighborhood? How cool is that?

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I saw chicken’s pecking in the grass…

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I even saw big fish swimming in the canal.. look closely at the upper left corner and you will see his tail…not everyone wanted to have their picture taken:)

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I saw a mama duck with her babies…too cute!

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I passed alfalfa fields…

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and fields that were dead…

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And when I stopped to have my banana and water, I watched cute guys running with their puppies on a string…

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But I didn’t find one cotton field 😦 not one 😦 Sorry frissy, but I won’t give up just yet…

I was having so much FUN riding fast in the wind…that I just kept ridding and ridding for miles and miles…then I did finally start to get a little tired so I decided I better go back home…all I can say is WOW!!! It’s really hard ridding against that same high winds that pushed me forward so fast…REALLY hard! I mean I had that bike in the lowest gear it has and I felt like I was sucking the pavement…I thought about getting off and walking and pushing my bike back home but I was too embarrassed to let all the other people out running and ridding their bikes see me pushing mine…I thought about leaving my bike locked to a tree and walking home to get my car and coming back to get the bike…but I don’t think they allow private vehicles on the bike trails…so I just kept going very slowly…VERY slowly…until I final made it home…

Exhausted, I decided I needed to treat myself to something relaxing and soothing….so what’s a girl to do but go for a mani/pedi at my favorite nail/spa…and that’s where I found NIRVANA!

Stay Tuned!

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. gotham girl
    May 02, 2013 @ 23:39:16

    I just LOVE this post!!! and you my dear!!! MORE! That wind can be a bitch…oh how well I know!

    Reply

  2. Megs
    May 08, 2013 @ 02:20:24

    Now that’s dedication!!!

    Reply

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