gooseberry

‘Now I am in the garden at the back…- a very preserve of butterflies, as I remember it, with a high fence and a gate and padlock; where the fruit clusters on the trees, riper and richer than fruit has ever been since, in any other garden, and where my mother gathers some in a basket, while I stand by, bolting furtive gooseberries, and trying to look unmoved.’

Charles Dickens – David Copperfield 1850

Old School Gardener