Visiting a durian orchard

Visiting a durian orchard

My cousin has a durian orchard about five kilometers from town. I visited him once during a fruit season. I reached the orchard at about 9 o'clock in the morning after having cycled all the way from my house. My cousin was waiting for me in his modest little wooden house in the middle of the orchard. Around the house, about 5 acres of it, was the orchard. There were hundreds of durian trees all over the orchard. Clusters of durians hung on the branches. There must be thousands of these spiny fruits. Suddenly a loud crash sounded from a distance. I was startled. However my cousin said that it was only a ripe durian dropping from a tree. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I followed him to where the sound came from. To my delight I found the fruit among the undergrowth. I picked it up and carried it back to the house. There were dozens of other durians piled up at the back of the house. My cousin had collected them earlier. They were for a buyer who was coming later. Anyway my cousin opened a couple of them and I enjoyed eating the delicious flesh inside. So I spent the morning picking up fallen durians. It was a great time for me. Only the mosquitoes, which kept attacking me, spoiled the fun somewhat. At about noon, I bade farewell to my cousin after thanking him for the wonderful experience in the orchard. I then cycled home.

cluster a group of similar things that are close together spiny Bearing or covered with spines, thorns, or similar stiff projections pile up gather together