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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

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