Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2012 0:16:40 GMT -6
The sun was high up in the bright blue sky above Appleoosa, but a constant breeze seemed to carry a slight chill with it. The green leaves of all the apple trees had been replaced with varying shades of yellow, orange, and red. Autumn had arrived in Appleoosa, and Winter wasn't that far off. Without a proper Weather Patrol other towns had, the weather came and went as it pleased. If it wanted to rain, so be it. If it was going to be a sunny day, that was fine too. The uncertainty of it all was something a certain member of the Apple Family liked. It was like a box of fancy chocolates, you never knew what the next piece was going to be.
Speaking of the workhorse, Braeburn was out amongst the apple trees doing what some of his family members did best, buck apple trees. Bucking apple trees was a skill that his family made look easy, and to an extent it was. Find a tree, give it a good whack, and down come the apples. The skill came in knowing where, and how, to hit the tree to shake the apples loose. Some trees required a light touch, and others were down right stubborn and didn't want to give up their apples. It was only something that could be learned by experience, not taught in any book.
Braeburn half hummed, half mumbled a small tune to himself as he worked. It was slow and sad, but he made it sound pleasant enough. The young stallion set himself up next to an apple tree, gave it a firm buck, and watched as apples rained down from the tree to be collected in baskets. The true skill of apple bucking, not getting hit by falling apples. He had the foresight to spread baskets beneath the tree to catch most of the falling fruit that was to be collected. Not everypony had a little sister to rely on for that task.
The young stallion was looking like he'd been working hard outdoors.. A few leaves were stuck in his mane, some dirt clung to his hooves, and his coat looked a bit roughed up in some spots. His winter coat was coming in, but harvesting apples before the Winter took priority over keeping a neat and tidy appearance. Nopony would terribly mind if he looked a tad bit shaggy and disheveled for a while anyways.
"...where the rattlesnakes hiss, and the wind blows free.." he sang to himself lightly, alternating between lyrics and humming. "...'Neath the western sky, on the lone prairie."
Speaking of the workhorse, Braeburn was out amongst the apple trees doing what some of his family members did best, buck apple trees. Bucking apple trees was a skill that his family made look easy, and to an extent it was. Find a tree, give it a good whack, and down come the apples. The skill came in knowing where, and how, to hit the tree to shake the apples loose. Some trees required a light touch, and others were down right stubborn and didn't want to give up their apples. It was only something that could be learned by experience, not taught in any book.
Braeburn half hummed, half mumbled a small tune to himself as he worked. It was slow and sad, but he made it sound pleasant enough. The young stallion set himself up next to an apple tree, gave it a firm buck, and watched as apples rained down from the tree to be collected in baskets. The true skill of apple bucking, not getting hit by falling apples. He had the foresight to spread baskets beneath the tree to catch most of the falling fruit that was to be collected. Not everypony had a little sister to rely on for that task.
The young stallion was looking like he'd been working hard outdoors.. A few leaves were stuck in his mane, some dirt clung to his hooves, and his coat looked a bit roughed up in some spots. His winter coat was coming in, but harvesting apples before the Winter took priority over keeping a neat and tidy appearance. Nopony would terribly mind if he looked a tad bit shaggy and disheveled for a while anyways.
"...where the rattlesnakes hiss, and the wind blows free.." he sang to himself lightly, alternating between lyrics and humming. "...'Neath the western sky, on the lone prairie."