We have a gooseberry bush that mom grew from one of those sprouts. You know the ones that come practically dead, in a box, you find in the garden center of your Kmart, Wal-mart, or home improvement store. You buy it, plant it and wonder if it will ever grow, let alone produce anything.
As the deal goes mom and dad grow the berries, grandpa picks them, grandma stems them and we get half. I looked out the window this morning when I heard mom talking to grandma on the phone. So this was the day grandpa would be coming to pick the gooseberries. I thought I'd take a look