We started cutting wheat Monday evening.
My farmer man cut a sample and I carted it off to the elevator to find out the moisture on it. It came back with flying colors. 11.9%
Our friend that works at the elevator said, “Tell him, he’d better get to cutting!”
The grain was dry, but the stalks themselves weren’t. They were tough and didn’t want to feed into the header just the best ever. So totally convenient. Ahem.
It was humid here. Humid for Kansas. We’d had a little shower of rain Monday morning. If you could even label it a shower. Just some sprinkles to dampen things. Combined with the humidity it causes not-drying-out-quite.
We cut just enough Monday evening to say we’d started.
Tuesday morning we had a tiny shower again. Late afternoon, the combine fired back up and we did get some acres cut. Mr. Matthew was cutting the small field right beside our house. I always love it when he’s working so close. It makes for porch-sitting and watching, great photo opportunities and easy-easy to deliver meals or drop by the kitchen for food or an iced tea and easy access to go ride with him.
Praying for a safe and bountiful and smooth harvest!