I have a soft spot for durians, not just the fruits but the trees as well. To me, durian trees are handsome (or beautiful) and the fruits are awkwardly mystifying. Another of my favourite fruit trees is langsat. So, quite some years ago, during one durian and langsat fruit season, I started collecting some "choice" seeds available in my village including those belonging to my late grandfather. It was quite a chore learning how to grow seedlings successfully out of those seeds. After some good advice from the elderly, I managed to grow quite a number of durian and langsat seedings. I also complimented my collections with a few dozens of the famous D24 durian clone.
All in all, I managed to plant close to two hundred durian trees of mixed species and about fifty langsat plantlets. Due to my limited financial resources then, most of the time those young plants were left to grow naturally on their own. Only occasionally were they fed with chemical fertilisers, usually after clearing which were only done at most twice a year.
Now that they have grown into young trees and I feel very glad it was not a disappointment after all. In fact, for the last couple of years, some of those trees have already learned how to bear fruits. In a few more years, majority of them would have been matured and I am expecting most of them to produce harvest. And many of my D24 clone look promising because for a number of years now, for whenever I went back home during durian seasons, the little blessings would be fairly shared amongst my siblings. I now no longer bring back durians fruits belonging to my parents, not because I am not allowed to, but because, as they say, I am now learning to enjoy the fruits of my own labour, in a small and humble way though.
And my langsat trees? It seems that I still need to patiently wait for some more years for them to bear fruits. I must admit that if I were to bring back langsat from my village, most probably that would still be my father's. Heh...heh...
My son (brown T-shirt) with his cousin posed for the camera in front of his dad's young durian trees.
My humble house, my humble mini orchard seen from the main road. Remember Lundu-Biawak Road story? Click here.