Ephemera: Wheat Sheaf Wonderland (c.1930)

Ah, a walk in the... fields... with your buddies, picking with your knee planted on a dropped tree... smelling the heat and humidity fly up from the ground in the baking sun... and wishing that your heavy cotton shirt was off. 

Summer, and a "wheat sheaf" guitar. It's 7 degrees here and couldn't feel my hands after transporting my bass back in the house after our gig tonight.

Let's feel that heat!