A Field of Roses

As the calendar is about to flip to another year, I find myself once again traveling on the road with spotty internet service.  Mind you, no complaints on my end, it’s just the kind of New Year’s post I had in mind will need to be postponed.  For now, I’m focused on where we intend to park for the night and the weather.

Since it’s cold, rainy, and in some places snowing, I thought I’d share images that look more like summer than winter.  I know, hard to think about rose bushes being harvested in December, but that’s the desert southwest for you………

Now that I had witnessed the harvesting of cotton, I had hoped to have similar luck with the harvesting of the rose bushes.  With each necessary or unnecessary visit to a nearby store, I glanced across the rose fields in hopes of seeing the equipment used for the plucking of these beautiful flowers.  rose petals

As I repeatedly drove past the fields, a barren field of tilled land caught my attention. I was intrigued by the color.  There was a reddish hue almost mirage like to the barren field that was once graced with rose bushes.  Unfortunately, I missed the actual harvesting of these plants.  I wondered, could that reddish hue be new growth?  Had the field already been replanted?  Since it looked merely tilled, I doubted anything new was growing.

With one eye kept on the road (I am driving after all), I struggled to make out what was causing that reddish tint.  My curiosity was getting the better of me and my destination was no longer of importance, thus I turned my little red truck around in search of a place to park.  I felt compelled to examine this field a little closer.roses

In an attempt to respect the “no trespassing” signs, I walked as close as I felt comfortable to discover what was behind the effects of the mirage……. Rose Petals!….oh my gosh…. the field was covered in rows of pink and red rose petals.  Oh, how I wanted to get closer, but that would have required jumping over a small concrete irrigation ditch AND trespassing.

Not easily deterred by signs or rules, it was the jumping over the irrigation ditch that caused me to pause.  I assessed the distance and my agile jumping abilities.  It was then that I heard the voices in my head…..  “Mr. H, this is the Maricopa County Sheriff’s department.  Your wife ……..”rose harvestingOk then…. I shook my head as if to clear the imaginary voices and images in my mind, then quickly returned to the truck and headed down the road to check on another rose field.  Hum, no equipment anywhere in sight, but it was obvious several rows of rose bushes had been removed.  It appeared, the rose bushes were being harvested by color.

Although my time in Phoenix, Arizona, has come to an end, the images of roses continue to make me smile.  The images of the cotton fields continue to intrigue me.  I wonder where this fascination stems from.   Was I a farmer in a past life?  Nah, I think not.  I am merely an appreciative recipient of the plants bounty 🙂

fields of rosesAll photos were taken  in mid-December!  Camera used;
Panasonic Lumix DMC-FZ47K 12.1 MP Digital Camera with 24xOptical Zoom – Black

Harvest Time

I hope everyone had an enjoyable Christmas.  We sure did and I want to thank you all for your merry comments.  It sure put a smile on my face.  Moving on….figuratively and literally….yep, we hit the road yesterday, but before I start sharing our journey I have a couple of loose ends to wrap up about our time in the Phoenix area…….

I never thought my post on Cotton would attract very much attention.  Boy, was I wrong.  I guess I’m not the only one fascinated by this plant, fiber, textile.  Thanks everyone for the awesome and enlightening comments on that post.  Some of your comments piqued my interest even further regarding this intriguing plant.cotton textile

Each time I drove by the cotton fields, I would take in the transformation of the plant.  As several of you mentioned, the fields would eventually turn a sea of white, and indeed they did.  I then new harvest time was near.cotton harvest

Since it was the holiday season (this harvesting took place mid December) that meant baking and when one lives in a RV it is not unusual to run out of ingredients quickly.  Come on, it’s not as if I have a walk-in pantry complete with back-up supplies of flour and sugar and I won’t even begin to talk about the small RV refrigerator…..sigh. Fortunately, I had a super Wal-mart, Safeway, and Fry’s less than fifteen minutes away.agriculture

Running out of supplies had me driving off to the store regularly and that meant driving by the cotton and rose fields repeatedly.  Oh, darn!  Can you tell how inconvenienced I was 😉  wink, wink!agriculture

Talk about timing….on one of my returns from a last-minute grocery run….I glanced toward a field and there he was.  Oh my gosh!!!  I quickly pulled over with little care of any cars behind me, jumped out of my truck, pulled out the camera, and started snapping away.  There was even an exchange of waves and perhaps an intended pose.agriculture

textiles fibers

textile fiber cotton

Two dozen photos later Mr. Harvester is now at the other end of the field.  What’s that I see?  More equipment in the distance?  I had to check it out.harvesting cottonagriculture fibers

I watched as the tractor unloaded the freshly picked cotton dumping it into another container.  It appears this process will then compact the cotton into large dense squares that are numbered and made ready for transport.harvest agriculture

I’m not sure how many times the cotton picker goes through a field but it seems to be more than once.  The harvesting continued well beyond dark with the aid of lights.  This particular field was a buzz with activity for about five days before all the equipment was moved down the road to another field.

With the cotton picking over, it’s time to check on the roses……textile fiber

Photos of me were taken by fellow blogger Jerry.  A big thank you to Jerry for a fun day of running around Phoenix with our cameras.  Your photographic talents and vision are inspiring!