Tree Following August 2017 - Phantasmagoria

The past few weeks have been a mix of extreme heat and then we have had quite a bit of rain.  Whilst Quince Major is now well established, Quince Minor is still in its first year in the garden so I have taken care to give it a bucket of water every now again.  Yes, a bit like it is a bit like giving a horse a drink, except I would not have poured the water over the horse's feet and I don't have a horse.  I have no idea why I started this horse line of thought....
As a result both trees are still looking quite good.
Quince Major is putting on lots of new growth.  These shoots must be a good eighteen inches long.
Quince Minor has not put on so much growth, about five inches I would say, and it has struggled a bit in the hot weather, but it is keeping going and I am hopeful that next year it will feel more settled and start to put on some serious growth.
I stood in front of the trees for a while whilst contemplating this post.  I walked around them a couple of times and I went to admire the new growth on Quince Major again.  Its branches are a little droopy with weight of leaves and I lifted one a little to make sure it was not caught in the near by nettles.  As I was doing this something caught my eye.  I thought there was a bird sitting in the tree.
I moved my head so I could see better and a small furry creature was indeed sitting in the tree.
I did a double-take.  How could this be? Was it what I thought it was?
I mean, if it looks like quince could it be a quince?  My astonishment at this discovery knew no bounds,  I really thought I might be hallucinating.  I even wondered if some bright spark had got into the garden and stapled one to the tree. No, this was a real bona fide, quince growing on my tree.  For those of you who have seen the film Zombieland, just imagine Tallahassee finding a twinkee, that was what it felt like.
I dared not touch it in case it fell off.  I looked to see if there were more but no, this is the only one.  The Highlander of the quince world (there can be only one.....)
I have no idea how I had not noticed this quince before, but there it is, the Quest for a Quince is over.  Buying Quince Minor clearly worked as a threat as it made Quince Minor get its act together.  It was not through cross-pollination of these self-fertilising quinces as Quince Minor had no surviving blossom following the frosts.
So I hereby give you notice; I will complete the year following the quinces, but next year I shall move on and find a new tree to bother.
More trees being followed can be found here courtesy of Squirrelbasket.