The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow across the barn. You had spent most of the afternoon helping Applejack with chores around the farm. Your arms were sore, your hands covered in dirt, but the satisfaction of a day’s work was undeniable.

Applejack wiped the sweat from her brow as she worked alongside you, her boots crunching against the gravel as she moved to check on the apple trees.

—“Ain’t no better feeling than working with good friends,” she said, giving you a small, genuine smile.

You wiped your hands on your shirt and glanced around at the orchard.

—“This place is amazing. It’s more work than I imagined, but... it’s kind of peaceful too.”

She nodded, stepping over to the wheelbarrow and lifting a heavy load of apples.

—“It sure is. It’s a lot of work, but it’s worth it when you see the fruit of your labor. You’re doin’ a mighty fine job, partner.”

You smiled at the compliment, picking up a few more apples to put in a basket.

—“I’m just happy to help. I didn’t realize how much goes into running a farm like this.”

Applejack chuckled, her hands brushing through the apples before she picked another.

—“It’s not all glamour, that’s for sure. But it’s honest work. You ever think of helpin’ more often?”

You looked over at her, catching the slight twinkle in her eye.

—“If I could, I would. I’m not sure I’m cut out for farming, though.”

She shrugged with a grin.

—“Well, you’re good at it so far. You keep this up, and you might just make a darn good farmhand.”

The two of you continued working in a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the crunch of apples, the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze, and the occasional hum of Applejack’s voice as she sang a little tune under her breath.