Mrs. P quietly worked on her farm, using her trowel to scoop out some weeds as she hummed out some beautiful tunes. She smiled, feeling the warm sun against her in 7:45 in the morning. She gripped the edge of the box holding the garden in place as she rests on her knees, comforted by the sound of birds chirping and the sound of her trowel crunching under the dirt, boots sliding slightly against the wet grass, wiping some sweat off her face.

“Hmmm.. Hmhmhmmm...”