It is always nice to recieve presents and I love these two big, beautiful quince a friend brought me. They smell so delicious in a bowl in the kitchen and won’t be eaten – just admired and drawn.
These small quince are from a sketchbook. I found them, one day, when out walking last year.
And the title here, is of course from the wonderful poem “The Owl and the Pussycat” by Edward Lear
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