All I see when I look down, something jumpin' on the ground, Scratchin' dirt, cluckin' in the barnyard -
Tell me, could that be you?
If only you'd used other than the farmer as an example. He doesn't have squat to say what he gets for crops, or milk, or livestock. The farmer buys fuel retail and sells his product wholesale at market price. He tries to control the timing, but his banker says when payment is due on his loans and then any crop available is sold at market price. If he's enough money to afford margin calls he can sell maybe 40% of his crop, more would be risky, on the futures market. Last year that 40% of his crop sold in the spring turned out to be near to 70% of his crop in the fall. The hot nights killed corn production.
Farmers can't hoard. They can't afford the luxury.
If the terrain and the map do not agree, follow the terrain.
When motherhood becomes the fruit of a deep yearning, not the result of ignorance or accident, its children will become a new race.