More wheat harvest. It’s such a big part of our lives. It’s harried and hurried in ways. There’s a sense of pressure to harvest the ripe crop before heavy rains or hail decide to show up.
It’s heartland of America. It’s blessing.
It’s awe-inspiring. Those fields of grain producing from the seed sown.
Popping up small and green and becoming mature and golden, grown.
It’s harvest. All it’s own feel and smell and demands.
It’s a circle of life and a routine.
It’s the work of a Kansas wheat farmer.