Funny, the other day wife and I were going down a trail of ours and noticed a large white ball of cotton that came from a cotton wood tree. I remarked to her they will have to change the name of the tree or chop them all down, as the word cotton reminds us all of picking cotton on the plantations.
Sooner or later this will happen.
Remember when they changed black boards to white boards?
My father is lily white and picked cotton as a child in the 1930’s.