BLOSSOM

I think of a quince tree. I am pretty sure about it because later in the year the fruit appears and that fruit I recognize as quince, Kweepeer in dutch.
A lazy day again. The start of the morning was rather cold but in the afternoon the sun came out and we enjoyed it on our walk into town. We walk along the garden where this fruit grows.

My haiku:

Walking in circles
From this season to the next
Every year again

And the proverb:

Out of seaon, out of price.

1595  in Southwell, Losse in Delaye.