Corn taller than knee-high turned to golden waves of wheat as we headed toward Kansas.
I knew harvest had wrapped up at home so we stopped just north of the state line so I could take pictures.
So beautiful.
Kansas girl, through and through.
Close to the state line a few fields were still being cut.
Hi, combine!
A local farmer told me they were getting 70 bushels an acre at home, and he figured the county average this year was in the high 60s. That’s a pretty good harvest.
A lot of people think Kansas is really flat.
But the Flint Hills roll on and on. I grew up at the edge of the hills – best of both worlds.
Pretty Kansas sunset welcoming me home.