Some sweet times to remember in the field last night! Our little farmers had a ball helping Grandpa, Uncle Mike, and Great Grandpa Henry harvest some wheat… Evie learned how to “smash” the wheat and eat it, and Olan was content to hang out on the blanket with a piece of stubble for hours. We even got to enjoy some rhubarb pie and ice cream from Grandma Henry’s kitchen too! An absolutely perfect evening: eighty degrees, sunny, a tiny little breeze, and family. Love living in Kansas!