If you possess a quince tree, or know someone who does, you are a lucky person. This year I joined that group of blessed souls when I discovered a man with a large fruit-laden specimen, or maybe he discovered me.
My wooden crate of beautiful yellow, fuzzy fruit, looking a bit like misshapen fat pears, is rapidly emptying as I work my way through the quince wish list I’ve been compiling for several years...

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