The older man nodded at the young farmer's response, seeing the sharp understanding in Emmett's eyes and knowing he didn't need to belabor the point any further. "So. You do know what to do. The trick is going to be getting up the courage to do it and seeing it through. Humans aren't weeds, of course, but the answer isn't so different." He sighed, leaning on one hand as he looked up at the crisp Leafchange sky, and his brow furrowed in thought.
"She's a strong one, though, I'll bet. It's not something any one person could do alone. But then, you weren't the only one unhappy at that meeting," he said, glancing over at his companion with a hint of a reassuring smile. "A weed that big will take many hands to pull out."
He reached up to adjust his hat, tilting his head at Emmett thoughtfully. "Do you bake your own bread, lad, or do you get it in town?" A complete non sequitur, perhaps, but there was a sly twinkle in his single blue eye.
"She's a strong one, though, I'll bet. It's not something any one person could do alone. But then, you weren't the only one unhappy at that meeting," he said, glancing over at his companion with a hint of a reassuring smile. "A weed that big will take many hands to pull out."
He reached up to adjust his hat, tilting his head at Emmett thoughtfully. "Do you bake your own bread, lad, or do you get it in town?" A complete non sequitur, perhaps, but there was a sly twinkle in his single blue eye.
