Our cotton crop is coming it right at the peak of the market. TRA-LA, TRA-LA, TRA-LA!
Cotton prices have nearly doubled this year, hitting a near 15-year high following a chain of events among major Asian cotton producers that has choked off global supply.
And our stash of F Dollars is growing at a steady pace.
First, the cotton crop:
It wasn’t easy getting Nancy to be a cotton-picker. Oh sure it was fun to plant the seeds and watch them grow. And she was busting with pride as her first boll of cotton bloomed with the fluffy whiteness.
But she didn’t start cotton-picking without me laying a serious guilt-trip on her.
It hasn’t rained much this summer (TRA-LA), but last night as we lay in bed, there was just a few raindrops starting to fall.
“Did you harvest the cotton” I asked.
I reached to the nightstand and handed her the Big Ass Search and Rescue Double D Flashlight. (BASRDDF)
I put the flashlight back on the nightstand quietly.
“OK, I’ll go cotton-pickin’ “
She returned with our entire yield (to date) in the palm of her hand. She took it to her “knittin’ bitches” group at Panera Bread this morning, and is on her way to her favorite yarn shop and Alpaca factory.
It rained throughout the night and will rain all day today (Hurricane Hermine visits Smallburg, Details at 6:00 from Live in Fear Doppler…/audio/https://goinglikesixty.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/liveinfear.mp3|titles=liveinfear
Were it not for her cotton-pickin’ our crop would have shrunk or possibly been entirely wiped out – at the PEAK OF THE MARKET.
I don’t have a clue why and she isn’t saying, but Nancy is hoarding F dollar bills. I’m pretty sure there is a hidden motive here. I hope she has inside information at the Federal Bureau of Printing Money about the F dollar being discontinued.
Who cares if one of my investments was declared “worthless” today.
Cotton and F Dollars.
So far our banana tree isn’t adding value to our agricultural portfolio. I guess banana trees are Mother Nature’s Ponzi: huge growth for a short time and then it dies.
Wonder how an Alpaca would do with the rest of the menagerie?
Next year: I’m planting some burley for cigars. And then hemp for rope (as far as you know) and soon we will be into the Meth … be still my heart.
TRA-LA, TRA-LA, TRA-LA.