The Quince Brothers always dance to the beat of their own drum. They do not obey the rules in the same way as other trees might. They know they are deciduous, they know they will drop their leaves, but not yet.
"oh there's still plenty of time for that malarky," they declare to anyone in the garden who may wish to hear it; "there are weeks, nay months of Winter ahead of us so we will keep our leaves on for as ...
