“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.