Home: I just came in from working outside to type my final post. It is 93 degrees in northwest Kansas today. It is hot, but not the same kind of hot felt in June or July. I think just a little hint of fall may be in the air or maybe my mind is playing tricks on me since we just entered September. Either way, summer is rapidly coming to an end.
In a handful of days, the first group will return to headquarters from the north. There will be a few days of maintenance and conversions to prepare the
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Thank you to our customers. I appreciate you hiring my family and I and trusting us to handle the work you provide. Hopefully you already know and have seen that we always do our very best. I’d like to thank all of the nice people we get to see each harvest season along our wheat harvest route (7 states) and at home during fall harvest too. The elevator, fuel station, dealership parts and service, and restaurant people, are all very much appreciated. The John Deere Harvest Support guys also deserve a big thank you. Always so very much appreciated.
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It’s wild to think that summer is quickly coming to a close already! I think I expected it to go a little slower since we spent the majority of it at home … but that just hasn’t been the case.
We spent two full weeks of July in Northwest Kansas—the first week was spent in WaKeeney and the second in McDonald. Our time on the road was short and sweet, but we were fortunate to be able to work non-stop in that time- even on our move days. As always, we were so thankful for every
Thousands of miles. Thousands of acres. Thousands of bushels. You’ve tagged along with Jones Harvest all summer, but we have reached the end of this year’s journey together. Thank you for being a virtual part of the crew, for commenting and encouraging us along the way as we harvested America’s heartland. You are helping us tell the unique story of agriculture. A story of hard work and caring for the land. A story that deserves to be shared more often. Thank you for helping recognize the important contributions American farmers make to our country and
I think about this often. So, forgive me if it seems a bit “out there.” What I’m talking about is current experiences and adventures will one day be looked back on as memories. And if the experiences and adventures aren’t documented, either stored somewhere deep in your memory or by other means—pictures, stories, blogs, friends—they have only happened. A day lived with no return.
Harvest is something that never really goes away for me. It just takes on a different stage of the year. For six months of the year, we live it. For the other six months, we
Jordan, Montana–I’m certain you’ve had days like this … you try and try to make some sort of headway and, instead, it feels like you get nowhere.
That’s what this past week has been for us.
We didn’t get back in the field until later in the day on Tuesday, Aug. 20. Our intentions were good–we wanted to start around 10 a.m., but the moisture just wouldn’t dry down to the magic number until early afternoon. We finished the winter wheat and moved immediately to the spring wheat.
The beginning of another day!
Waiting, waiting, waiting! Some good stories