Foraging

I was little, my brothers only slightly bigger then me. We made our own fun, had adventures and only had our imaginations for entertainment. We played on a concrete hill driveway surrounded by flowers. The roses were fragrant and bigger then my head. Cumquats were abundant and we filled our tummies with these sour fruits.

The real prize, the jewel, the cherry on top was this strange bush with tiny flowers that bloomed and turned into green lanterns that dried out and became brown. Encased inside, a round golden pearl of the berry family - the Gooseberry.




Now in my own courtyard garden with a supply of my own, I offer this treat to my husband and share my childhood memory. His eyes sqeeze shut, his nose wrinkles, his mouth turns into a small frown as his head shakes from side to side as he tries to shake the taste away. His only response - it's sour.