Anne had to wait a moment till her hands were free, but once they were she was happy to wave in return, to wipe her hands on her apron and go over to greet him warmly. While there had certainly been spectators to the farmwork before, and often, she was always grateful for those who showed a genuine interest.

"I'm a fright," she admitted as she reached him, "but the chickens never seem to mind. I suppose they're too busy being grateful my son isn't here today to terrorize them. Beautiful day, isn't it?"