I was reintroduced to ground cherries the other day. A beautiful, new friend gave me a small bag filled with the sweet fruit and shared a wonderful story that will forever change the way I look at ground cherries.
“I was as the ninth of twelve children growing up on a farm during the depression. There wasn’t money for candy, cookies or other sweets, but we had a garden.” She plucked a ground cherry from the bag and showed me the small gray covering looked like a tiny Chinese lantern. “These are nature’s candy. Each in its own individually wrapped package.”
She opened the paper covering on a ground cherry to reveal little the golden orb inside. She looked at for a moment before smiling at me and continuing. “I was a tender hearted child. When I was scolded, my feelings would be hurt. I’d hide in the garden and console myself with one of these.”
She handed me the ground cherry, and I ate it. It had a sweet, slightly musky flavor. I can see a little girl consoling her bruised feelings with one.
“I was as the ninth of twelve children growing up on a farm during the depression. There wasn’t money for candy, cookies or other sweets, but we had a garden.” She plucked a ground cherry from the bag and showed me the small gray covering looked like a tiny Chinese lantern. “These are nature’s candy. Each in its own individually wrapped package.”
She opened the paper covering on a ground cherry to reveal little the golden orb inside. She looked at for a moment before smiling at me and continuing. “I was a tender hearted child. When I was scolded, my feelings would be hurt. I’d hide in the garden and console myself with one of these.”
She handed me the ground cherry, and I ate it. It had a sweet, slightly musky flavor. I can see a little girl consoling her bruised feelings with one.
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