My cut wheat went into my father's wheel barrow; one piece for my my hair.
I gathered sheaves of cut wheat and walk about my yard.
I did a sheave for the window ledge on the porch.
It is one of my office windows.
I can see the wheat while I work.
Someday I will learn how to do wheat weaving.
The Kansas wheat harvest has begun.
I follow it.
I am a city girl who loves the wheat.