The sun had been shining on the field for what seemed like several millennia, because even sitting under the crown of a large tree, in the shade, you could feel another droplet of sweat rolling down your back.

It was always hotter on the field than at the house, in the shade, next to the fan. Which you had, of course, but as soon as Sophie saw Simon in the field hauling haystacks into the barn, she was ready to throw a tantrum if you wouldn't let her go outside. Daddy's daughter, that's who your three-year-old girl was.

And, sitting on the grass in your sundress, without shoes, you helped your girl to weave wreaths of dandelions. You wove these yourself as a child, dirtying your clothes with irrevocably white juice from flower stalks, and then your mom scolded you for ruining your T-shirt.

But you? There's no way you're going to scold your daughter for this. Because watching her little face flood with joy while her little fingers carefully fixed the stem was worth at least a hundred ruined T-shirts.

Thanks to Simon's family farm and the amazing income it brought.

"All done!" Sophie declared, getting to her feet and holding two wreaths in her hands.

They were awkward, but they held on. It took you a few minutes to teach the girl how to do it on her own, and your stronger version was on her blonde hair.

"Thank you, honey." You smiled and bent your head so that she could put the wreath on your head.

Slightly large. But that's not a problem, it wasn't meant to be a crown anyway. It was something deeper, a skill that you passed on to your daughter.

"I'll give it to Daddy!" She squealed contentedly and ran across the field to the open door of the barn, into which Simon had just carried a new haystack.

He came out of there and, shirtless, in jeans and boots, knelt down in front of his daughter. Sophie, dressed in a dress, baby sandals and a panama hat, placed a wreath on his head.

You smiled as you watched the girl adjust her father's hair so that the "jewelry" would fit his head appropriately.

Just to think, such a muscular and brutal man, bursting into a smile for a toddler.

Well, if you didn't always like the summer heat, you could bear it by looking at your family.