Sunny Farmhouse part 3
“Good morning, David! Fine weather today—though a little crisp,” said Mr. Green as he bent to collect his two bottles of milk. “Good thing you’re wearing that waistcoat for your rounds.”
“You know me, Mr. Green,” David replied with a grin. “A little cold won’t stop Sunny Farmhouse from making deliveries. Though I’ll admit—I’m already looking forward to a hot brew once I’m back home.”
Mr. Green chuckled. “I bet you are!” He waved as he disappeared inside with his milk.
David Jacob—husband to Sarah, father to Millie and Lola—was never short of things to do. And with this weekend’s farm tour shaping up to be their busiest since opening last year, there was little time to rest.
It still amazed him how different life had become. The roar of New York City—road sweepers at dawn, strangers shouting in the street, the heavy bass from their downstairs neighbors—was long behind them. In its place were mornings filled with birdsong, the bleating of sheep, and the clean bite of sea-kissed country air.
When the family first arrived, Andrew Michaelson—the farm’s events organizer and now one of David’s closest friends—had asked him, “Don’t you just love it here? Must be a relief to be free of all the chaos of city living?”
David had agreed wholeheartedly at the time. But now, thinking of Millie, a pang of guilt always followed that memory. Their twelve-year-old hadn’t taken to country life the way the rest of the family had. Sarah and little Lola had slipped easily into the rhythms of the farm, but Millie remained resistant—her too-cool-for-school attitude acting like armour against the simple pleasures surrounding her.
He hoped that would change. That she’d make new friends, discover joy in the farm tours, and one day see the beauty in a life that asked so little of her.
Finishing his route, David set the last bottle on Mrs. Stone’s doorstep. He rubbed his tired eyes, feeling the rough scrape of calloused hands against his skin.
“Right then,” he muttered, a weary smile tugging at his mouth. “Time for that brew.”
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