Little heroes of a forgotten time

Medlars. Our small tree still bears fruit when all the leaves have fallen. After a frosty night, they drop, they soften, brown. They rot just enough to become sweet and edible. It’s not the pretty ones we eat, they’ll  have to wait in straw until they too turn brown. The other ones, tomorrow, will be jam.  Winter fruits.  Little heroes of a forgotten time.

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