Crop Spraying.

 This morning it was back to housework for me and Mum. I did the vacuuming as usual while she got on with the dusting and everything else.

After lunch Dad asked if I wanted to go with him crop spraying, and I jumped at the chance. It was only as a passenger, of course—spraying isn’t something just anyone can do, there are all sorts of rules and regulations to follow. Dad said that one day he’d send me on a course if I wanted, though there’s no rush. According to him, there’ll be more than enough for me to do when I really get going.

I laughed at that. “What do you mean by when I get going? I’m already working flat out!”

That made him laugh. “There’ll be none of this afternoon tea business with your mother!”

“Ha ha—Mum might have something to say about that. She likes her afternoon tea.”

“You could be right about that, Katie.”

I got the sense he enjoys crop spraying—it seemed to suit him.

When we were finished he went off to help Eric feed round, while I fetched a few bales from the stack and set them up in the yard, ready for the straw blower in the morning.

It was just a routine sort of day, really. We’ve had some rain since getting back from the holiday, which is very welcome for the crops.