Because I come from the Czech Republic and my whole family lives there, this is where we go every summer. We usually pick lots of mushrooms and blueberries, but the wild growing damsons sadly only start ripening towards the end…
From a freakishly summery September with all the sun and warmth we did not get in August, we fell right into autumn. It rains more often than not and we started unearthing gloves and scarves. But I am not complaining…
It looks like a quince, it smells like a quince and it is rock hard, just like a quince. What is it? Well, it is almost a quince. It is a relative, it is Japanese quince. Though the Japanese quince…