the tree was large, large as an orange tree in pictures I've seen. there were young ones too, shrubs seeded out from the yard along the green ditches. the fruit had the crispness of a green grape, hung in clusters like grapes, the taste much like a starfruit, but orange-colored as a ground cherry and shaped large as a pineapple. I was eating them out of hand, plucked fast as wild raspberries. perhaps it was ground cherries my brain was reaching for, having only tasted them ripe a couple times.