When I was growing up in Dodge City, wheat harvest was a big deal. Even for city girls like me. In high school, the highlight of the summer was when the custom cutters ("wheaties", we called them) were in town. They were so hot. Hotties. Cue. Tee. Pies.
My recollection of the actual wheat is that it was tall. Tall-ish. Certainly not tall like corn, but taller than the wheat I saw on my way home from work tonight.
This wheat is short. Puny. Miniature.
It's beautiful and it's being harvested. But it's short.
It would be laughed at in Dodge City!
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