We have been watching the single quince on our tree all summer. It started as one of a dozen tightly curled flowers on our little tree. A few weeks later there was a series of little quinces waiting to grow. The wind cut all but one to the ground. Miss H found the remaining one and has been watching her squince ever since.

It made me think of Mary, Mary quite contrary ... with a silver nutmeg and a golden pear.

Today it fell in the wind. Fragrant, ripe and ready for crumble.