Dirt On My Boots

Working on a farm is not easy.

Sunup to sundown, in the burning summer heat, harvesting the crop that brings you your livelihood, can be pure torture. Big Macintosh knows this all too well.

Thankfully, today he has a very good reason to tough it out.

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howard035

howard035 #1 · Jun 26th, 2017 · · ·

Very sweet.

justanOddity

justanOddity #2 · Jun 27th, 2017 · · ·

You're very fond of the word 'he', huh?
Try to not overuse words, how you write can tell your readers a lot about you and this feels like you're a little uncomfortable and stiff. If you can't, try changing the structure or focus of the sentence so as to avoid the need for the word. Things like 'farm boy',' blonde', and 'young man' would suffice as well.

The process was repeated twice more, and by the time he was done the setting sun had turned the sky a fiery red.

Maybe something like : The process was repeated twice more and by the third time, the task was done and the setting sun had turned the sky a fiery red.
The story itself was nicely done ,comparing the heat to a heavy blanket was beautiful and an excellent stimulation of the reader's senses!
Keep it up!

Kikio3000