I love them for many reasons: the flavour, the colour, their cheerful flowers, the fruit from it's green marble-ness through to the splitting burnished finality.
They are a reoccurring motive for artists across the centuries. I can recall seeing their rounded forms carved into stone above doorways, on tapestries in castles, and in a thousand paintings from Caravaggio to Cezanne and beyond.
Every year I mean to start a 'fete' to celebrate them We have fetes of everything else here: potatoes, pumpkins, truffles, wine – of course, snails, asparagus, bread, fois gras, charcuterie, tiques — not really.
There's probably one more batch of jam to be made from the remaining tree, then I might ask a few people who seem to disregard their own crop, leaving them to fall. ? How can anyone ignore these fruits and leave but a few for the birds to pick over as the weather chills.