On any given day, I have a dozen tumbleweeds up against my fence. I often push them off the fence so they’ll go rolling down the street (I like to see them tumble). They are ugly when they are mashed up against the fence. Anything flying through the air gets trapped in them so I’ll often have newspaper, plastic bags, or worse in the tumbleweeds.

If I had known I could make money off of them, you can bet I would have.

I can step out my door to wealth. Hmmm. Maybe I should go in to the tumbleweed business.