No Need For A Runcible Spoon

It rained non-stop all day. Ollie dog had already eaten her daily windfall apple and when we went for a walk after lunch I thought she'd found another, until this gorgeous perfume wafted up. It was a quince and though it was in poor condition she ate the portion of undamaged flesh. She brought the remains indoors and it's filling the house with its beautiful scent.