This single field, just 160 acres of Kansas dirt, tells the story of a torturous wheat season.
One side is a drought-scorched graveyard for grain that never made it to harvest.
Near the center, combines plod through chest-high weeds and underwhelming patches of beige wheat, just enough of it to make a harvest worthwhile.
And over by the tree line, the most tantalizing wheat beckons like a desert mirage. The grain there is flourishing, the…