One of the things you would expect to see in Kansas, I would wager, is a tractor. Or likely, quite a few tractors. The first fall we lived here we were invited out to a friend’s family farm north of the city. It was fall and it was a beautiful drive. We ended up next to a lake full of fish, crashing someone’s family reunion.
After a fabulous dinner, we clambered into the wagon (pulled by a tractor of course) for a hayride! We went through a small wooded area and acres upon acres of soybean crops. In the dusky twilight I got to hold my sweetie’s hand and just enjoy the ride.