A Weekend with My Grandparents

Last weekend was one of the most enjoyable weekends I submit ever had. I spent it with my grandparents not their farm. I have frequently stayed on the farm before exactly this was a finical occasion. It was my first visit during the middle of the fruit season. My grandparents have a extensive woodlet full of fruit trees such as durians, lychees and mangosteens. The fruits in the orchard are deliciously sweet and tasty, as I have often tasted. When I arrived early on Saturday morning,my grandmother told me that grandfather was at the orchard.I instantly set off on my bicycle to the orchard that was lone(prenominal) fin kilometers away. It was a pleasant ride because it was cool and the air smelt reinvigorated and fresh, quite different from the air in the city where I live. Soon, I reached the orchard and went looking for my grandfather. He was of course thrilled to see his only grandchild. When I offered to help, my grandfather gave me a basket and told me to pick up the pr acticed mangosteens. He also gave me a long stick with a wound attached to one end.This was to help me reached the fruit that were high up on the tree. there were several other men who helped to pick the fruit. These were the workers who had been hired for this special job. B lunchtime, I had already filled umpteen baskets and put the fruits into whopping containers. We had a brief stop when the women brought food for all of us. We sat infra the shade of the trees while my grandfather told me stories of the days gone by. Then we track plucking the mangosteens.By evening, all the mangosteens had been plucked before the fruit seller arrived. He think the mangosteens and then put them onto his lorry. When we went home that evening I was tired but happy. My grandfather told me I had done a good job although I had eaten quite a lot if the fruit that I had picked. The next morning, we again set off to the orchard. This time we were supposed to gather the durians and the mangosteen s. Since I had no experience, I was not allowed to gather the durians. I just helped with the mangosteens.There were not that many trees so we finished by lunchtime. After lunch, my grandfather, who knew how much I love durians, opened a few of the durians for us to eat. The flesh was smooth and chromatic and tasted delicious. After the fruit seller had loaded up the fruit, my grandfather and I went back home. I spent the evening taking with my grandparents who had many elicit stories to tell. Then, my parents arrived and we all had dinner and it was finally time to go home. My weekend had been extremely tiring it it was thoroughly enjoyable.