Hope for Fruit …

I have a beautiful home and garden; my place of grace when times are dark. It cradles me when the world outside (or within) become harsh and too much to bare; it doesn’t take the pain away but it soothes my soul a while.  There is always something that makes me smile; like this quince bloom the last on of many.  I hope this year it will bear fruit.

Quince blossom is pink

Many, perfectly formed

Fruit so far unseen.