Write four lines of prose about: little helpers.
We had a lot of rain overnight but at least it held off once morning arrived. Our harvest was delayed slightly while we waited for things to dry off a little but once we got going we had a lot of help: my parents, our visitors, even Max was out there... sorta helping.
All that needed harvesting was harvested in the end, so we'll be heading up to Penticton in the morning with a full truck, as usual at this time of year. It'll be me and the family this time, as my parents are heading straight home from here and then our visitors will come up a bit later for a visit (and to hopefully keep Max entertained for us for a short while).
And then they will continue on their way to Vancouver and onwards to the remainder of their vacation destinations.
And then... it'll be just Kat, myself, and Max around the house. For the foreseeable future, even.
Tiny pudgy fingers grip tools so tightly. Wriggly little bodies squirm and twist and turn until they reach their desired destination. Clang, bang, drill, and screw, those busy worker bees are buzzing.
Toddlers really do make the best aircraft engine mechanics.