When God plants a Cape Gooseberry in Eastern Tennessee

Cape gooseberries grew in my granddad’s garden and sometimes in our backyard. The deepest childhood pleasure came from scouting out the ripe and ready ones. They were the ones whose balloon-like sheaths had turned from green to straw-color. Peeling away the sheath was like opening presents on your birthday. The translucent, papery lanterns held golden delight - bulbs of sweet squirting juice that exploded in your mouth. Leaving more than just this childhood pleasure behind, our family moved…

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