Q is for….Quince. And just in time for Q, this bush is blooming.
This poor bush was once in another garden being taken over by an aggressive but lovely shrub rose. So my dear husband helped me dig it out a few autumns ago. Actually, truth be told, we butchered it as we tried to separate the quince roots from the rose roots. I guess the quince has forgiven us!
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