They dined on .....

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

Quinces, free from the garden of someone who lives on our route to the co-op where we buy our groceries.  "Take them! take them!" the chap implored.  "My wife and daughters are sick of the bloody things".  So we did.  And we will share them.

And think of Peter Quince, a character fromA Midsummer Night''s Dream.

Things are a bit bonkers with me at the moment - but in a nice way.  And I give sincere and heartfelt thanks for that.