Toiling in the soil.
Small fluffy white seeds floated by Owen's face carried by the summer breeze and the breath of his little brother.
" Rekha stop that if you blow the seeds they'll just fall in the garden and grow and then they'll be even more of them." Owen wasn't mad so much as irritated and it showed with the pained tone to his voice. He'd been weeding the garden for an hour already and he had no desire to have the task be this bad again in a few weeks. Sure new weeds would grow and some of the smaller plants would need removing for the sake of the healthier ones but those were expected evils. Seeds that ended up planted by Rekha playing around was not on the list of things he wanted to deal with. Especially not when it was finally summer and Owen was free to spend his days as he pleased.
" It's pretty though and I'll come back an help I promise." As far as Rekha was concerned the seeds that flew off a dandelion when you blew on it were beautiful, so small and fluffy and they danced in the air like stars in the night. It was beautiful and calming especially after the hard vigorous work of helping Owen pull up weeds.
It wasn't that Rekha didn't want to help Owen, in fact he had found it fun to see who could get the bigger pile of weeds and they had talked a lot while they worked , about the weather about their family and sometimes just about random stuff.It had been really nice ( especially when Owen helped him pull out plants that had dug their roots firmly into the soil of the garden bed) but eventually had gotten boring and tiring.
With a sigh the young boy flopped onto his back and let his coppery orange bangs fall into his eyes blocking out the sun. " No more please?"
Owen sighed and looked at Rekha, the job was nearly done and would go faster with two of them but Rekha was still young and easily tired so pushing him wasn't really fair. Besides he'd been great company and help all morning and Owen didn't want to spoil his brother's mood after all he'd done.
" Ok just just stay there and I'll finish up."
" and then ice cream right" Rekha had been given ice cream money by their father for agreeing to help Owen. Not that he had required it in order to help it had been a surprise he'd gotten going out the door.
" Home, baths and then ice cream, I don't want dirt in it." Owen might be agreeable to gardening for the sake of harvesting food later but he still hated being dirty, hence why unlike Rekha he wore gardening gloves and brushed dirt off him as much as possible. None the less some clung to his clothes and even hair and ears, reminders of some of Rekha's overzealous weed pulling antics. all of that meant the possibility of tiny clumps of dirt falling in his food and Owen was having none of that.
" Fine" Rekha huffed softly and turned his attention to the large fluffy white clouds flitting across the sky.
Owen smiled , shifted few feet to the left and dug his gloved hand back into the sun warmed soil to finish the weeding.