The local quince tree, a cultivar of Cydonia oblonga. This is not your average NYC street tree; it’s not even on the official street tree list. But there you go. It’s here, it’s blooming, and it usually fruits — smaller pomes than you see in the supermarket. Actually, you probably don’t see quince in the supermarket. It’s a farmer’s market item, and not very common then. The fragrance of the fruit, however, perfumes a whole room, and the hard, slightly pear-shaped, sometimes fuzzy-skinned fruits are worth seeking out just for the smell. But you can eat them too, after cooking them well. I’ve added them to apple pies and made tasty compotes/jam from them. They have lots of pectin. The fruit is generally more appreciated over the Atlantic than here.
Updated 4-13-10. Shit. I came back to the city after a week away and found that this tree, at the corner of Atlantic & Henry, had been runover. It was snapped in half and uprooted. The Ents are very, very unhappy.
A life of a street tree is hard, my friends: endless dog piss, salt, trucks, vandals and other assholes, these are just the beginnings of their tribulations.
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