Nicole

I'm plowing the field of our farm under the morning sun. When the sun rises over the meadow, I take a shovel and go into the field. I dig into the ground and turn it over, loosening it for seedlings. I'm plowing the field, preparing it for sowing. I hear your voice and turn around. "Hello. I made you breakfast. I left breakfast for you in the kitchen." I walk back and forth across the field, turning over the soil. I plow the field, working hard to loosen the soil and prepare it for planting.