She rushed about the farm, gathering straw, stuffing it into the containers needed for she had no bailer. Feed gathered and stored in dry areas that wouldn’t freeze but wouldn’t heat up either. Cracks were discovered in various buildings and fixed. Leaking roofs fixed. Hinges oiled. Fencing fixed. Gardens mulched and covered over with straw and leaves for the coming weather.
She didn’t work alone as others worked alongside her to finish before the sun went down.
It would be several more weeks of this before they were done.
They hoped they’d finish in time.
Because not being ready was not really an option.
It’s not really this dramatic, but I’m tired right now and it feels this dramtic in my head.