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Walt's Look Around: The changing face of the Delta

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The day starts early in the Delta. The sun comes up and beats back the fog that collected overnight. The day starts early in the Delta. The sun comes up and beats back the fog that collected overnight.
It turns magical with cars and trucks disappearing down the road in the haze and shimmer from the heat It turns magical with cars and trucks disappearing down the road in the haze and shimmer from the heat
And gives the folks in Ruleville, for instance, an opportunity for the rest of us to get a grin from their hot and cold water towers. And gives the folks in Ruleville, for instance, an opportunity for the rest of us to get a grin from their hot and cold water towers.
When I was growing up in the Delta, you saw cotton everywhere; cotton, and nothing but cotton. When I was growing up in the Delta, you saw cotton everywhere; cotton, and nothing but cotton.
The drone of the insects and the buzz of the crop dusters fighting against gravity and the air. The drone of the insects and the buzz of the crop dusters fighting against gravity and the air.
THE DELTA (Mississippi News Now) -

After having been to the Delta several times over the past few days, I collected some video shots of the changing face of our flatland.

When I was growing up in the Delta, you saw cotton everywhere; cotton, and nothing but cotton.

Then came a mixture of soybeans and cotton; then catfish and soybeans and cotton.

But now, there's so much corn in the Delta you'd think you were in Kansas; and very little cotton.  

The day starts early in the Delta. The sun comes up and beats back the fog that collected overnight. Early commuters make a break for it. The ones with their headlights on probably left home before sunup.   

And up from behind the rows of corn, the ubiquitous crop dusters start their day. It will be a good day for them today. Not much rain in the forecast, and light winds.  

I am still not used to the corn, I guess. There was a time that I thought I could be set down pretty much on any road in the Delta, and after a quick glance around, I could tell you where I was. But with the corn, all the landmarks are obscured. It's like lanes in a giant maze or something.  

Some things never change about the Delta, though; like the sleepy spell it can cast over you if you have a minute to stop what you are doing and look up and daydream. It turns magical with cars and trucks disappearing down the road in the haze and shimmer from the heat and the rivers and streams of a road mirage.  

And the drone of the insects and the buzz of the crop dusters fighting against gravity and the air lull you into another place. A hot place where light and shadow put on a show across the cornfields. And little villages shimmer into sight out across the fields.

Everywhere you see a sizable clump of trees is either a town or a lake, or a cemetery. A water tower growing out of the fields indicates a pretty sizable place up ahead. And gives the folks in Ruleville, for instance, an opportunity for the rest of us to get a grin from their hot and cold water towers.  

Toward this time of the summer the wild hydrangeas in the ditches are blooming. They must be kin to cotton, the blooms look so much alike.

And the redwing blackbirds are bound to be making a better living in the cornfields than they were in the cotton. They couldn't eat the cotton, after all. Just the bugs in it.  

And at the end of the day everybody flocks toward home. Only to get some sleep and start it all over again when the Delta sun rises again tomorrow.

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