It had on it every kind of flower and fruit that you can think of, all growing together.

There were gold oranges and white orange flowers, pink apple-blossom and red apples, cherries and cherry-blossom, strawberry flowers and strawberries, all growing together, wild and sweet.
At the back of his mind Philip remembered that he had, at some time or other, heard of an island where fruit and blossoms grew together at the same time, but that was all he could remember.

He passed through the lovely orchards and came to a lake.

It was frozen.

And he remembered that, in the island he had heard of, there was a lake ready for skating even when the flowers and fruit were on the trees.