Lala takes her sister to explore the countryside and harvest fruit at the farm!

Lala woke up early that sunny Saturday morning with a feeling of excitement buzzing in her chest. Today wasn’t just any ordinary day. It was the day she had promised her little sister, Mina, a chance to explore the countryside and experience the joys of farm life. Mina, only seven years old, had never really left the city, and Lala wanted her to see the green fields, breathe fresh air, and taste fruits picked straight from the tree.

After breakfast, Lala packed a small picnic basket with homemade sandwiches, fresh water, and a few sweet treats. She grabbed a wide-brimmed hat for Mina and handed her a pair of gardening gloves she’d saved from last summer. Mina’s eyes sparkled as she put on the gloves and hugged Lala tightly.

“Thank you, Lala! I can’t wait!” Mina exclaimed.

The two sisters hopped on their motorbike and drove along the winding country road that led to their grandfather’s farm. The city gradually faded behind them, replaced by rolling hills, patches of wildflowers, and the distant sound of birds chirping. The air smelled different here — fresher, sweeter, alive with nature.

When they arrived at the farm, their grandfather was already waiting at the gate, his face lighting up in a warm smile. He was an elderly man with a kind, weathered face and hands that showed years of hard work.

“Ah, my little explorers!” he chuckled. “Welcome to the countryside! Ready for a day of adventure?”

Mina nodded eagerly, clutching her gloves tighter. Lala gave her grandfather a quick hug and said, “We’re ready, Grandpa! What should we start with?”

Their grandfather led them down a dirt path lined with fruit trees, each heavy with ripe fruit. “Today, you’ll get to pick peaches, plums, and maybe some apples if you’re lucky. The orchard is full and the sun is kind—perfect for harvesting.”

The orchard stretched before them like a green ocean dotted with pink and orange fruit. Mina gasped, “Look at all those peaches! Can we pick them?”

“Of course,” Grandpa said with a smile. “But remember, gentle hands. We don’t want to hurt the trees.”

Lala helped Mina put on her gloves, then they each grabbed a small basket. Together, they stepped under the branches, feeling the rough bark beneath their fingers and the warmth of the sun on their faces. Mina reached up, stretching on her tiptoes to pluck a peach. It was soft, slightly fuzzy, and smelled sweet. Carefully, she placed it in her basket.

“Good job!” Lala encouraged. “Try one over here. These plums are shiny and juicy.”

Mina’s face lit up with delight as she picked plum after plum, savoring the taste when Grandpa offered her a freshly picked one.

After a while, their baskets were full. Lala noticed a small wooden bench nearby and suggested they take a break. They sat down under the shade of a large oak tree, unpacked their picnic, and ate sandwiches while sharing stories.

“Isn’t this amazing, Mina?” Lala said softly. “I used to come here all the time when I was your age. There’s something magical about the countryside.”

Mina nodded, wiping a smear of plum juice off her chin. “I never knew fruit could taste this good. It’s so fresh, and I like the feeling of being outside with you.”

After lunch, their grandfather brought out a small ladder and showed them how to carefully climb to reach the higher branches. Lala took the ladder first, picking the juiciest peaches with practiced ease. Mina watched in awe, then bravely tried it herself, giggling when she wobbled but catching herself with a little help from Lala.

“You’re doing great!” Lala cheered.

As the afternoon sun dipped lower, they moved on to the vegetable garden. Rows of ripe tomatoes, crunchy cucumbers, and bright red peppers awaited. Mina knelt beside a tomato plant and carefully twisted a bright red tomato free. The garden was buzzing with bees and butterflies, and Mina couldn’t stop smiling.

Grandpa handed Mina a watering can and showed her how to water the plants gently. “Farming is hard work,” he said, “but it’s also very rewarding. You get to see the results of your care in every fruit and vegetable.”

Lala noticed Mina’s hands were getting a little dirty, but she didn’t mind. It was the kind of dirt that told stories of a day well spent outdoors.

As the sun began to set, the sky turned shades of orange and pink. The sisters sat on the porch of the farmhouse, watching fireflies blink to life in the twilight. Mina rested her head on Lala’s shoulder.

“Thank you for bringing me here today,” she whispered. “I love the countryside.”

Lala smiled and hugged her sister tight. “We’ll come back soon. There’s so much more to explore.”

That night, after a warm bath, Mina fell asleep dreaming of peach trees and sunny fields. Lala looked out the window, feeling grateful for this simple, perfect day.

The next morning, Lala woke up early again and went outside to check the fruit baskets. They were still full of the freshest peaches and plums, and she had an idea. She decided to bake a homemade peach pie with Mina to keep the memories of the day alive.

She woke Mina gently and invited her into the kitchen. Together, they washed the fruit, mixed the dough, and sprinkled cinnamon on the peach slices. As the pie baked, the smell filled the house with warmth and sweetness.

When the pie was ready, they sat by the window, eating slice after slice. “This tastes like the countryside,” Mina said, smiling with crumbs on her lips.

Lala laughed. “That’s because it’s made with love and memories.”

The trip to the farm had not only given Mina a taste of nature but had also brought the sisters closer. From then on, every visit to the countryside became a special tradition for Lala and Mina — a chance to escape the city noise and find peace under the open sky.

And every time they ate peach pie, they remembered that magical day when they harvested fruit together, shared laughter, and discovered the simple joys of the farm.