Randy was checking his rye about a week ago. I guess it's like checking a cake in the oven
and you can just tell when it's getting close.
The wheat is close too. There is a little green and the heads aren't bent over yet.
Anyway that is what I was told.
I'm not sure why, but even as a young girl I loved a wheat field. It is so graceful when it sways in the wind, and I think the color has such beautiful shades of gold.
Thanks for visiting my golden part of the country,