[Seasonal Event] Back To Work

Well. Dead family, broken ribs, girlfriend problems or not, Emmett still had a farm to run. He had worked out a way to lay out the fields to compact the whole operation, make it easier for one person with limited strength to handle it, but it was still going to full days of work nearly every day. Luckily for him, he was well used to waking up in the early hours of the morning to go to the fields. Humming to himself, he took a bucket of seeds from the cupboard in the barn and headed to the fields. Doing work, he could forget all that had gone wrong. It was just another day under the sun with a job to do. He gave Chris and Milly some drinks and a few toys between them and keeping them in eyesight, began to plant. The dirt was always hard right after Longnight, so he chose tough plants, ones that could grow in about any condition the world wanted to throw at them. Potatoes, of course, went in, several so he could sell and use them for meals for him and his family. After he'd planted several rows of crops, promising mounds of dirt all in a neat line, he went to sit with his young siblings and take a break, dirtying the mug he'd placed water in with the mud on his hands. For a second, all of them sat there on the Flowerbirth grass on a sunny day, it felt perfect; just jokes and smiles as a family, none of the angst that practically oozed from the Palmer cottage. Emmett You think that luck has left you there But maybe there's nothing Up in the sky but air And there's no mystical design