Row Seven Has Too Many Weeds
Every Saturday, Mateo's grandfather gave him a job in the family vegetable garden. This week it was pulling weeds from row seven. Mateo groaned. Row seven was the longest row, and it was full of tough green weeds.
"I will never finish," he said.
Grandpa handed him a small orange bucket. "Do not look at the whole row," he said. "Just fill the bucket."
Mateo knelt down and pulled. Some weeds came out easily. Others had long roots that fought back. When the bucket was full, he looked up and was surprised. A big patch of dark soil was clear, and the little carrot tops looked happy to have room.
He grabbed the bucket again and filled it a second time. Then a third time. His hands were muddy and his knees were damp, but the end of the row was getting closer.
By lunch, row seven was done. Mateo carried the last bucket to the compost pile and felt very proud.