Quarantine has kept everyone home for the past five weeks. At first it was boring, but I am very glad that I have a home in which I like to reside. We have been taking on a bit more chores and yard work as we now have the time to tend to such matters. Today, my dad came home with a tractor and a plow which he had borrowed.

Usually, my mom would be tilling up the garden with a tiller this time of year only to have it break half way through and my dad would have to find time to fix it. It would not be a happy evening.

But with this plow, the blades slice and turn up the dirt quickly and effortlessly. It does turn out rocks however, so me and my siblings have to run along behind it and pick them up and throw them to the sides of the Garden to be collected later. But it’s not miserably work- the wind is blowing and rustling through the grass and trees, making for a cool work environment. And the dirt feels so nice on my bare feet, coming up to my ankles, chopped fine by the plow.

Then my sister begins singing off key, picking up rocks as she practically yells the words:

I’m on my way
Driving at ninety down those country lanes
Singing to “Tiny Dancer”
And I miss the way you make me feel, and it’s real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill

I don’t think I mind this farm work quite as much.