“Come in, TLC Cai-Cai,” Mom invited. “Come sit with me for a spell and have your head rubbed.
So, I did.
So, she did. It was so peaceful, just sitting with Mom, purring.
Maybe you could tell me more about Farm Living, Mom. I purred.
“Well, let’s see…the Crop market. I don’t think I’ve told you about the crop market. You see this is the PRICE Dad gets when he sells something. That price is set by a thing called “Supply and Demand.” Mom explained, as she gently rubbed under my chin.
AHHHHH….so nice. Purrr.
“What that means is, if there is a lot of something, then the price for that something is low, but if there isn’t a lot of something then the price rises higher.” I stretched out my full length so Mom would rub on my backbone.
“So, you see, if the market is down, then the whole season’s work (March through November) can make it so a farmer doesn’t get anything for all his effort.
That is why a farmer tries to grow lots and lots of different crops. There is corn for silage/ensilage, corn for people to eat all summer long called sweet corn, corn for animals, and corn for people called corn flakes, cornmeal, lots of corn things. This is why corn is such a big crop. At least around our part of the world.” Mom petted me all the way down my side and clear over to the tip of my tail.
“Some farmers grow onions, and pinto beans, and pumpkins, and well just lots and lots of different products so people and animals can eat.”
“Oh, yes, Mom said scratching my ears OH MY THAT FEELS GOOD—and hay. Hay can be alfalfa and it can be grass. We grow alfalfa here. This way farmers try to have different types of crops so there is always some money coming in.”
In, I thought dreamily to myself. I understand about wanting and needing to come in.
Suddenly Dad was in the house getting a drink of water. I jumped up and headed toward the door.
I’ve had enough of In…
Out I go with Dad.