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.