Place where fruit trees are cultivated

Usage examples of orchard.

Her eyes swept the scene before her, adsorbed greedily its every detail, then rested on the orchard to the right.

All familiar scenes anear Disappear-- Homestead, orchard, field, and wold.

Lieutenant Arpy whistled at the sizable crowd gathered around a fire that was being fed by newly-chopped orchard trees.

When harpies dive-bombed her in the orchard, the ogre raised his hamfists and bashed them out of the air.

But out in the fields where Berel is working, the orchards still sweetly scent the air.

He ran along the edge of the orchard, hoping against hope that maybe de Bono had outpaced the heat.

Crossing over the river Brue by a good stone bridge, we at last reached the small country town for which we had been making, which lies embowered in the midst of a broad expanse of fertile meadows, orchards, and sheep-walks.

Damson, bullace, and tall plum formed the outer circle of the orchard, growing around low plum, cherry, and apple trees.

A similar approach is also used to monitor numbers of codling moths in apple orchards.

Monday afternoon Marvin Oates was pulling his suitcase on wheels down a rural road that traversed cattle acreage and pecan orchards, across a bridge that spanned a coulee lined with hardwoods and palmettos, past neat cottages with screened porches and shade trees.

The great barns were off to one side, with the creamery and cheese-house and cooling sheds where cherries and peaches from the orchards were stored.

Being an industrious man, he had realized sufficient to enable him to rent a very comfortable cottage, a cyder orchard, to keep a couple of cows, besides having by him a sum of ready money.

Now, to venture upon parading a beautiful young Duchess of Dewlap, with an odour of the shepherdess about her notwithstanding her acquired art of stepping conformably in a hoop, and to demand full homage of respect for a lady bearing such a title, who had the intoxicating attractions of the ruddy orchard apple on the tree next the roadside wall, when the owner is absent, was bold in Mr.

Whether Portunus were the ghost of Diggory Carp or merely a doited old weaver, he evidently knew something that he wanted to communicate -- and it was connected with the orchard herm.

The Caermelor Road had threaded its way through farmlands, past garths and granges, crofts and byres, alongside hedged meadows where cattle pondered or shepherds with crosiers in hand followed their flocks, past pitch-roofed haystacks, ponds teeming with ducks, tilled patches of worts in leafy rows, and burgeoning fields of einkorn, emmer, and spelt where hoop-backed reapers toiled, by vineyards glutted with overflow of clammy juice and moss-trunked orchards already ravished, the last windfalls rotting on the ground, their sweet decay choired by sucking insects.