An autumn Sunday afternoon. Leaves blow around the yards of the neighborhood, each colorful parchment provided by every property’s trees. The family on the corner lot of a cul de sac is working in their yard. The child comes back from behind the house. Wheelbarrow in hand.
PARENT: Nice. // Nice. Fine. // Did you get all of it in the compost?
The CHILD slams the barrow down, knocking it over. The PARENT starts to work on their gloves.
PARENT: Are we through working for today?
CHILD: How much longer?
PARENT: Look around. (pointing with gloves) // You tell me.
The CHILD looks around the yard. Stopping at moments to calculate the anticipated time and energy that would go into each project discovered around the property.