He lingered for a moment longer, staring at the tilled soil as if he could already see trees sprouting, branches heavy with glowing apples or shimmering berries. His pulse quickened. Today he was going to the market and searching for fruit seeds he could afford.
"Alright," Rowen said firmly, brushing the dirt from his hands. "This empty patch will be for fruits.
Satisfied, Rowen picked up the baskets full of mature tomatoes and potatoes; he carefully separated the rare ones into another basket.
By the time he was done, the floor of the shed looked more like a small marketplace than a farm storage. Four baskets brimmed with plump, shiny tomatoes and firm potatoes—their glow faint but noticeable, the same common+ grade as before. Next to them, two smaller baskets held the rarer harvest. The vegetables inside almost pulsed with vitality, their colors deeper and richer, their skins flawless.
"Let's go," he said at last.
