The June USDA grain report released earlier in the week was bullish and following the release of the data producers across the nation heaved a sigh of relief. It was feared by many that the report would be bearish and send grain prices lower.
“Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip.”
In the Bible, we are called to be truthful. I have always found it interesting that the commandment addressing honesty is couched in the negative: “Thou shalt not bear false witness”.
The first time I saw Homer, he was standing in the corral. His owner hadn’t rode him much, as far as I could tell.
That three-year-old, he looked at me with eyes that seemed to say. Just try and get me out of here. This corral’s my place to stay.
By Sunni Heikes-Knapton
In my book, “Haunted By Markets” in a chapter entitled, “The Algo Boys Are Baaaaack!” dated June 10, 2016, I stated the following. “...it is very clear. The reemergence of the algo boys and the HFT( high frequency trading) funds has sparked the largest rally with commodities in 8 months.
“I waited patiently upon the LORD; he stooped to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the desolate pit, out of the mire and clay ... he put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God.” (Psalm 40)
I sometimes lose things.
The highlights for the Montana night sky in June are brilliant Jupiter and even more brilliant Venus dominating the evening sky followed by Mars, which approaches the brightness of Jupiter by the end of the month as it heads toward its closest approach to Earth in 15 years
In my last column I was emphatic about, “selling the rips and buying the dips” because most all markets appeared to be in wide trading ranges. In theory, markets that are in a fixed range, investors and traders should be selling at the top of the range and buying at the bottom.
At long last, the first warmth of spring is here. Ambling down a secluded country lane, I am alone — yet not lonely. The smell of verdant grass, carried on unseen currents, permeates my lungs.
Hanging wearily in the evening sky; the sun tips toward earth’s waiting cradle.
I was recently chatting with a friend about superstitions. I have never been a superstitious person; not really worried if a black cat crosses my path, I don’t feel the need to throw salt over my shoulder, nor do I open umbrella’s inside simply because it’s too complicated and just does not make sense.