I know this is a little late, but here it’s still Saturday.
Stream of Consciousness prompt is here.
“So,” said Sam. He pulled his straw hat from his head and wiped his sweaty brow before replacing it back on his head. “Are you going to sow those seeds this morning? It’s getting pretty hot out there.”
Rebecca rocked back and forth in the old rocking chair on the front porch and looked up at her husband. She smiled lovingly and sighed. She held up the blue plaid shirt that lay across her lap. “I will sow those seeds today,” she poked her finger up through a small hole in the shirt, “but first I have your shirt to sew.”