The knobby, bumpy quince is the last of the fruit to be harvested and a sure sign that Autumn has arrived.
The garden is established enough to enjoy the early spring.
With no fresh fruit around, we honor the humble medlar, the last fruit of the season.
Plenty of urban fruit goes to waste. Volunteers in our neighborhood distributed to people in need.
All those plums outside my front door? It was going to be me or the racooons!
Why bother fussing around with dessert in the summer? It’s too short for that! Here’s a quick dessert that everyone loves that couldn’t be easier.