Cara wiped her brow as sweat dripped down onto the ground. Her leather halter top and short leather shorts helped, but the work was still tedious and hard. She had already set the cattle to graze and finished with the corn, but now the grapes had to be picked. She would have to make a note to do grapes first, since by the end of the day she was so tired her hands didn't want to be delicate anymore. she flicked her black hair back over her shoulder, the pony tail held up with red ribbon. She sat back in the dirt with a sigh, looking around at the grape vines growing up along the special fence she had built for them. the Winery would be happy for this crop. She sniffed the air lightly, taking joy in the scents since the first day she learned she could, and simply relaxed for a moment.