Blossoms

The cherry trees and lilacs are blooming here on Fifth Street. I cut a branch from the flowering quince in the front yard to brighten up the kitchen, since tomorrow is supposed to be gloomy again. Pete and I brought the quince to Greenport from the house I grew up in, which was once my great grandmother's house. We moved in after her death when I was 4 years old. I don't know if she or my mother planted the quince. At one point, the original bush actually produced fruit and Mommy made the most wonderful pale pink tart jelly from it. Today would have been her 90th birthday. Happy Birthday, Mom.