the trees set the proper property line boundary between my farm and becks farm as i roll up the slight hillside of brown pine needles and dead yellow leaves feeling the motion in my stomach quiver with seasickness then hit a plateau leveling my stomach and the atv of tall trees on my right and a deep valley of vertical rows of cotton on my left growing with a series of tall and green stalks which will bloom with a set of big white bushy tails of cotton like a bunny rabbit next week as i giggle with a girly twang .