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Glenn trees he had never seen before - crepe myrtle, chinaberry, and umbrella mimosa. Since he liked crepe myrtles so much, I was glad when we finally found one that had not bloomed away - a watermelon red, not the old fashioned rose I like best, but very pretty for all that. Glenn spotted his final cotton field in bloom for himself. He was disappointed in the height of the plants. My local pride was saved when the cotton stalks jumped up four of five inches taller the minute we crossed the Cabarrus county line. Saturday evening we went veering again - with