Well no, it wasn't quince actually, but rather, citrus. And it was light and crunchy and refreshing. There was a huge glass bowl of quince at the door of the Bathers' Pavilion, as you entered. The quince reminded me of Lear's poem.
Incidentally, quince are a symbol of love and fertility - perhaps a good omen for me? Fingers crossed!
as in more bubbas on the way?!! I did not know that about quinces... my sister in Tassie makes many delicious preserves- my favourites are the quince syrup and quince paste! Delicious with cheeeeeeeeese... mmm....
ReplyDeleteI also love Country Style- lucky you Tracy. Looks like a beautiful day and YOU my dear look beautiful too (from what you will bear to show us anyway)
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Would LOVE a little friend for Lily. x o x o
ReplyDeleteAll of your sisters, your Mum, yourself and your family are an advertisement for the new age of environmental awareness x
Quinces are such funny looking creatures.
Oh and thanks claire, re the comment on how I looked...as time marches on (33 now and that is not even old I realise) it is an increasingly difficult battle to fight - the beauty stakes that is - I think i might start having to wear make up every day. The skin does not glow as it once used to! I only wear make up on special ocassions and then, I just tolerate it. Love you x
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