a quince tree …

I have a beautiful garden; I can see it from my kitchen window.  I never tire of it; like my fourth child; I love her unconditionally.  Without melodrama she has shared my ups and downs over the past 30 or so years. I will enjoy spending more time with her; giving her some TLC.  As a token of this new happening: I am going to plant a quince ‘seed.’ I bought the tree last year it bore one fruit; it was beautiful I didn’t want to eat it (even if I knew how) so it stayed on my window ledge where I watched it daily until it began completely dried and wizened; while it doesn’t have its youth bloom it does a warm and nutty look (do you get the picture?) The tree is in bloom as we speak and I hope it will bear fruit later in the year.  So the process will begin again; this time I will eat the fruit if I dare.  

Meanwhile, and for today me struggling 3 days into retirement to cope with ‘lack of structure.’ I will make wishes for those warm nutty folk and the planting of seeds.