Tree Following - Oh Dear

and so we reach the sad, yet somehow I feel inevitable moment when I have to tell you dear readers that the quest for the quince is over.  Yes, the quincelets are no more, they have descended from the tree, they have shuffled off this mortal (arbourous?) coil, they are no more.
Oh well, a shrug of the shoulders and the tree following continues for a quince tree is more than the sum of its quinces (which is probably a good thing).  Now I am no longer distracted by quincelets I can look at again at the tree.
It is growing, it has put on what can only be termed a spurt of growth.
I love the downy fragility of the new growth.  It looks like it is seeking new territory, like it is trying to reach up for something you cannot quite see.
Yes I am sorry that the quest for the quince is over for another year, but already as I see this new growth I think about it becoming another year older, another year more mature.  Maybe next year......