Quinces

its quince ripening time, the memory brings me back to my childhood and my grandmothers room...
I remember an old closet full of secrets and quince on it...
grandma has been gone for a long time, I saved the cupboard and now I arrange the quinces according to it, but there is no smell, either the quinces are not like before or something else is at stake...
damn the problem seems to be me, im not the same as i used to be...
many people think Im happy, but Id give anything for a stale bun or sugar cube from grandmas cupboard and that divine scent of quince to spread around the room...