#thx for supporting ur local farmer boy

[ofstrikcrs]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃, and, oddly enough, it’s with his hands covered in dirt. “ i'm out back ! ”  he calls, pulling himself to a standing position. growing up in city meant that striker had little to no experience with yards in general, let alone with yard work. and yet, for some reason, he’s gotten it into his head that a garden is his next great endeavor. maybe he’s just BORED and in need of a hobby. “ you think this is big enough ? ”  he asks, not elaborating or looking to turn at who is joining him, too busy waving the end of his shovel towards the bed of dirt he’s spent most of the day turning over.  “ for a garden, ”  he clarifies, wiping his hands on his shorts before turning to look back, expectantly.  “ should i make it bigger ? ”