Working on grandma’s farm

There is a girl, about ten years old, weeding row after row. It is summer and it is sunny outside. Everyone - her parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, and cousins - are there for the summer holidays. It is her grandmother’s farm, where her mother also grew up. The girl feels that she is in the middle of nowhere. They come here every summer because her grandmother lives alone on the farm with her youngest son, and they cannot manage the farm by themselves. Everyone is there to help. The children get one row each at a time. The girl is standing in the sun, looking at the rows and it feels like the weeding is never going to end. At least not until her mother or some other adult tell her and the other children: ‘it is enough’ so that they can go and play. The time is standing still. The work is monotonous, boring, and repetitive. She is angry with her mother, whom she feels is forcing her to do this work. The girl is not thinking much about her grandmother’s needs and that they all contribute to her being able to manage the farm. She cannot tell how long they have been weeding, probably less time than she thinks, feels, and experiences. She is not talking to anyone, they are not joking or having fun, at least as she remembers it.