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animal as he ran.
We were all mesmerized by the beautiful horse, and only Jacob kept his eyes on the farmhouse as we approached it. Everything seemed fine at first. Everything seemed fine. Fine. Yeah.
As Jacob pulled up to a red barn and matching farmhouse, a man in jeans and a T-shirt came walking up to us, wiping his hands on an old rag. He looked to be about 60, sturdy, with sandy brown hair and friendly eyes. His work boots were crusty with dirt, and there was a bit of hay peeking out from under an old straw hat that sat atop his head.
“Can I help you?” he said in a not completely unfriendly way.
“Hi,” Jake said, hopped out of the van and extending his hand. “My name is Jacob Hill, and my family and I were just taking a break from a long road trip north to Canada. We were wondering if we could buy a home-cooked meal from you, or perhaps just spend a few hours enjoying your farm and animals? We are used to living in the city and don’t get to see much of the country.”
The farmer looked on with curiosity and amusement as everyone started piling out of the van. I hopped out of the cramped space and breathed in a lungful of the fresh country air. It was utterly wonderful. Laughing, I went to stand next to Jacob. I put my arm around his waist and extended my hand in friendship at the same time.
“Hi, I’m Alyssa,” I said smiling. “If we could just stretch our legs for a few minutes and maybe breathe some of this wonderful country air …”
“City folk, huh?” The farmer smiled and turned halfway to his left, calling out, “Julie! We’ve got company.” He shook our hands, smiling. “The name’s Tom Summers, and my wife Julie is there in the farmhouse. Pleased to meet you.”
“Mama! Look! He’s got chickens!” Luke exclaimed, running after a bright orange hen. The chicken looked huge and didn’t seem bothered by a 5-year-old boy chasing after her.
“All your animals look so healthy and big! Your horses are so cool!” said Risa, walking up to the farmer and shaking his hand too.
“Well, thank you, little lady,” the farmer said, laughing. “We aim to please.”
A woman in a blue print dress came out of the farmhouse. She wore a white apron and had a smiling, careworn face. As she walked up to us, she was drying her hands on the front of her apron. “Hello, I’m Julie Summers,” she said. A small white dog had followed her out, and it stood beside her, wagging its tail. Laughing, she said, “and this is Timsin, he’s a stray that just stayed one day last year.” She bent down to pat the little dog on its head.
“These nice folks wonder if we have any home cooked meals and they’re willing to pay for it,” Tom said to his wife.
“Oh! Yes, I can whip up a great supper for us all,” Julie said. “You’re a blessing in disguise. Times have been a bit lonely; we’re glad for the company.”
“Yes,” Tom the farmer said, “and we haven’t had much luck selling our wheat lately, so how about, hmmmm, there’s seven of you… How about making it thirty dollars, and it’s all you can eat?”
“Thirty dollars is more than fair, sir.” Jacob stepped forward and shook the farmer’s hand.
“Whoop!” Luke yelled and fist-punched the air before running off to see the horses with Risa. We all laughed at his antics. As he ran up to Risa, they both began climbing the fence of the paddock enclosing the beautiful horses the farmer kept inside. Risa first, then Luke, climbed to the top of the fence and then sat perched on the top rail.
I sighed and looked out at the pastures and the peaceful settings. This place looked idyllic. I closed my eyes and concentrated on feeling the sunshine on my face. A breeze tickled my hair against my chin.
“You must be tired from your drive,” Julie said. “Why don’t you all come in the house. I can fix you some lemonade while you relax.”
I smiled. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you.”
Caitlyn and I walked with her toward the house
We were all mesmerized by the beautiful horse, and only Jacob kept his eyes on the farmhouse as we approached it. Everything seemed fine at first. Everything seemed fine. Fine. Yeah.
As Jacob pulled up to a red barn and matching farmhouse, a man in jeans and a T-shirt came walking up to us, wiping his hands on an old rag. He looked to be about 60, sturdy, with sandy brown hair and friendly eyes. His work boots were crusty with dirt, and there was a bit of hay peeking out from under an old straw hat that sat atop his head.
“Can I help you?” he said in a not completely unfriendly way.
“Hi,” Jake said, hopped out of the van and extending his hand. “My name is Jacob Hill, and my family and I were just taking a break from a long road trip north to Canada. We were wondering if we could buy a home-cooked meal from you, or perhaps just spend a few hours enjoying your farm and animals? We are used to living in the city and don’t get to see much of the country.”
The farmer looked on with curiosity and amusement as everyone started piling out of the van. I hopped out of the cramped space and breathed in a lungful of the fresh country air. It was utterly wonderful. Laughing, I went to stand next to Jacob. I put my arm around his waist and extended my hand in friendship at the same time.
“Hi, I’m Alyssa,” I said smiling. “If we could just stretch our legs for a few minutes and maybe breathe some of this wonderful country air …”
“City folk, huh?” The farmer smiled and turned halfway to his left, calling out, “Julie! We’ve got company.” He shook our hands, smiling. “The name’s Tom Summers, and my wife Julie is there in the farmhouse. Pleased to meet you.”
“Mama! Look! He’s got chickens!” Luke exclaimed, running after a bright orange hen. The chicken looked huge and didn’t seem bothered by a 5-year-old boy chasing after her.
“All your animals look so healthy and big! Your horses are so cool!” said Risa, walking up to the farmer and shaking his hand too.
“Well, thank you, little lady,” the farmer said, laughing. “We aim to please.”
A woman in a blue print dress came out of the farmhouse. She wore a white apron and had a smiling, careworn face. As she walked up to us, she was drying her hands on the front of her apron. “Hello, I’m Julie Summers,” she said. A small white dog had followed her out, and it stood beside her, wagging its tail. Laughing, she said, “and this is Timsin, he’s a stray that just stayed one day last year.” She bent down to pat the little dog on its head.
“These nice folks wonder if we have any home cooked meals and they’re willing to pay for it,” Tom said to his wife.
“Oh! Yes, I can whip up a great supper for us all,” Julie said. “You’re a blessing in disguise. Times have been a bit lonely; we’re glad for the company.”
“Yes,” Tom the farmer said, “and we haven’t had much luck selling our wheat lately, so how about, hmmmm, there’s seven of you… How about making it thirty dollars, and it’s all you can eat?”
“Thirty dollars is more than fair, sir.” Jacob stepped forward and shook the farmer’s hand.
“Whoop!” Luke yelled and fist-punched the air before running off to see the horses with Risa. We all laughed at his antics. As he ran up to Risa, they both began climbing the fence of the paddock enclosing the beautiful horses the farmer kept inside. Risa first, then Luke, climbed to the top of the fence and then sat perched on the top rail.
I sighed and looked out at the pastures and the peaceful settings. This place looked idyllic. I closed my eyes and concentrated on feeling the sunshine on my face. A breeze tickled my hair against my chin.
“You must be tired from your drive,” Julie said. “Why don’t you all come in the house. I can fix you some lemonade while you relax.”
I smiled. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you.”
Caitlyn and I walked with her toward the house
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