Getting up before the sun was no hardship in the summer. It was always cool and brisk outside. Which was a vast improvement over the winter. When it was always cold and freezing. It was also an improvement over the heat of a summer day. But it wasn't that time yet. It was planting season. Which meant the mornings were still cold and the afternoons were barely warm at all. But that never bothered Devon. A little work and you wouldn't notice the cold. Of course getting up was the easy part. Then it was just plain tedious afterwards.
There was much to do to upkeep even a simple farm. The Nights couldn't afford a large farm, so even though there were five of them, there was never enough land. Yet there was a never ending stream of chores. It was Devon's job to wake before the sun. Since he was a middle child, he always got the chores no one else wanted.
So there he was mucking stalls before the sun had even shown her golden face. The animals themselves were barely awake themselves. After the stalls were cleaned for the horses, the two cows had to be milked. The sheep, the cows, and the goat had to be set out to graze.
After all that was done, his father and older brother would finally make their way outside. They would attack the till to one of the horses. Father would then plow the field over and Devon and his older brother, Kyle, with their youngest sister Ginny, would plant seeds. Devon of course would pick up rocks out of the field and place them on the rock wall that ran around the field.
Once the days planting was finally over, Devon would be free. He wouldn't stick around very long or he'd be put to work doing whatever tasks his father could think up. No, he'd head out down past the fields and over towards the lake where he'd meet up with his friend. Most days they'd talk about what it would be like to leave their little town and see the world. But there was no where to go. The government kept you where you were supposed to be. And this was where the government thought they should be. In this boring little town. Doing the same thing over and over until you died.
Devon flopped down next to the lake. It was still too cold to go swimming. But in a few more weeks the water would warm up. Thankfully the air was warm from all the exposure to the sun. He wiggled out of his shirt, exposing toned muscles. When he worked on his family farm he didn't have to wear a shirt, but once he left his mother insisted he be properly clothed.
Devon sighed and closed his black eyes and basked in the sun.