"Good morning, David, what fine weather this morning, although a little crisp. Good thing you are wearing that waistcoat while out on your deliveries today "said Mr. Green as he bent down to pick up his two cold glass bottles of cow's milk. "Ah you know me, Mr. Green," says David. "A little cold would never stop Sunny Farmhouse from making their deliveries. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to a warm brew once back home. "Oh, I bet" Mr. Green replies laughing and waving just before heading inside.
David, Sarah's husband, and father to Mollie and Lola, was never short of things to do. The upcoming farm tour was looking to be their most attended fare since opening only last year.
Moving from their old life in busy NYC waking up to road sweepers, loud strangers passing by and the millennial downstairs Neighbors who shared their bite-sized two-bedroom apartment building was now a thing of the past. Mornings since living at Sunny farmhouse, David, and his family woke with only the sound of birds chirping, sheep bleating, and a welcoming smell of the fresh countryside sea air.
Mollies father was once asked by the family's events organizer Andrew Michaelson when first becoming acquainted, Andrew being someone David now considers to be a dear friend of his
. "don't you just love it here? Must be nice to get away from all chaos which the city lifestyle comes with" David drifted away in thoughts of their daughter ever being asked that same question, feeling a strong pang of guilt as he did so.
Mollie most definitely wouldn't have answered in any way similar nor would she have worn the same bright expression as he. Undoubtedly David knew it would take some time if not a lot for Mollie to adjust and settle in as both himself, Sarah and her little sister had done so easily. hoping that Mollie would find new friends, enjoy getting involved in their new sunny farmhouse venture and one day appreciate the simplicity a twelve-year-old girls' life should entail. Despite her father's efforts, Mollie continued basking in this newly teenage too cool for school attitude, Oblivious of the Surrounding opportunities which awaited her.
As David placed his last bottle of milk down on his Neighbor Mrs. Stone's doorstep, He rubbed sore eyes, feeling the rough calloused hands earned from long hours working on the farm scratch against his tired face. "Right then," David says to himself" "time for that brew "