-Chapter 3/5- To Late To Harvest

A late evening spring off the chilling currents emanating from the many cliffs and ridges that dot the landscape about, a man sit on a bench which is situated on one of the cliffs upon a linear view of the waters of Lake Platinum. Its glistening surface caused from the reflected moonlight which shows ever bright upon a clear night sky, a wonder of an occasion if for it not be for the mood which dwells within that man's mind.

Perusing has the man done as he stood rather still for a moment before heading off to his wagon, attached spots an outline of a cabin. The camper had been a comfortable home for the roads the man had once taken decades beforehand to make of his own experience, a better part of it was the semblance sense of the need of belonging, to be anchored somewhere.

Till dawn dusk it stood still, then it jerked and accelerated towards junction leading outward to either side a scenic set of lakes and the other a route out of the park. It motion slightly left towards the latter option with later motions stabilized by the apparent encroachment to modern paved road networks. "I'm sure it's here somewhere-" a dirt path side the country road "-and there it was".

My stores of lemon and oranges were running short, fewer left still could be considered prime condition. Thus the trip to SourC+ Happy Farms and the slight detour for rehabilitative haves.

The road network branching into the farm hasn't seen much improvement other than the new signage board, which is relatively obscured by brushes. I would like check onto that later, the matter at hand is the acquisition of prior attained produce.

The motion of the truck was at a snail's pace as it encroaches the more packed pathway before promptly stopping. Whilst the view was breathtaking to say of its expansive orchards and plantations, it was overshadowed by the very fact it has been in majority shine red than the glistening show of yellow and orange. This is further stemmed by the fact those familiar posts showcasing it was sold.

"Sold!? I don't understand-", "Hey there Sir" a young girl's voice interrupted my train of thought. "Are you here to purchase a new batch of apples?" A new batch of 'apples'. Oh, that's is understandable for the couple whom prior tended to the estate had reservation for going elsewhere to Vi-citrous county for its credible history of making theirs kind of produce.

Not to mention the overwhelming demand for theirs kind of produce is exponentiality more than the little shopkeepers of Canterlot City. I was slightly taken aback by their indecision to notify theirs customers, "Sir. Hellooo, can you tell me what you're here for?" an impatient tone she took.

"I was originally here for lemons", "No, we ain't have any of that" she shook left-right further clutch that notion. "Do you know where I could get some", hoping the girl had some knowledge regarding other produce availability.
"You could buy it at the grocer mart instead if that's what you're hoping for".

I mentally facepalmed.