Over the past couple of weeks we have been gripped by frost and ice, but luckily no snow has settled.
The quince trees shiver and wait,
waiting for the right moment.
Soon, the breeze whispers, soon; there is no rush. You do not want your new growth damaged by frost, you will want every possible blossom to have the chance to be viable. You will weep for the loss of every pre-quince. Have patience, the breeze assures, the time will come and then the quinces will murmur their soothing songs of the possible quince. The time will come and until it does, let's pause together.
Thanks as ever to Squirrelbasket for hosting this forest of followed trees.
