October 17, 2010
Many years ago my father planted a quince tree on this spot, and 14 summers ago his quince tree survived the disasterous wild fire that swept this land. Months later when the fire-damaged pines, which hedged the garden, were being felled, one of them fell across the little tree: I watched in dismay the falling pine and the quince tree, bounce into the air and shatter. That was the first year that the tree had produced a worthwhile crop and they were ripening nicely.
So Elwin planted another and we enjoy its blossom and its scented fruit every year.
Quince Cydonia oblonga 'Giant of Gascogny'