Ow! These cursed thorns! Oh, I didn’t see you there. Welcome friend. The name’s Seth. Why don’t you have a seat? I could use some rest myself.
Wow, farming this land is a real pain. Water around here is sparse and the sun in these parts is hot as fire. It’s a wonder this place isn’t a desert. Now, I’m not trying to complain. I mean farming puts food on the table. It’s just that I slave out here all day weeding, plowing, sowing, digging water trenches. You’d think after all of that work I’d have an abundant crop at harvest time. But these cursed thistles and thorn bushes! They grow up everywhere. It doesn’t take any work for them to grow. No matter what I do or how hard I work, I just can’t get rid of them. You’d think after all these years of farming I would have learned how to get rid of these thorns in my fields, but it seems like the more I work, the more these thorns grow. Don’t get me wrong, farming provides us with food; enough to satisfy my family, but some days it feels like I only deal with thorns.
I could deal with this labor if the rest of my life were going well, but that’s a mess too. I come out to the fields before dawn and slave away until dusk trying to feed my family. When I come home I just want to put my feet up and relax. But when I get home it seems like it’s always something. Enosh picked a fight with his sister, or one of the youngsters is throwing a temper tantrum. When I come home, my wife is at her wit’s end. On those rare nights when everything goes smoothly, my wife and I are too exhausted from the day to talk. Whenever we do talk, it seems ...
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