Quince

Spent the morning dealing with things.  The sort of things which could have been dealt with earlier but there were other things to be sorted.  Sorted now.

Big tidy up at the allotment where the incinerator was fully deployed.  It is a wonderful thing.  And the ash will go on the compost tomorrow.  Sorted.

Time for the garden proper.  It is a long way from being sorted.  Maybe it never will be.  The quince is full of blossom.