We see now as strangers those little hanging horse-tails of pink, which sad-faced elders call ribes; but once long ago, when the world was young, we knew them eye to eye, and the compact little black insects on them, and the quaint taste of them, and the clean, clean smell of them.
"Red Pottage"
Mary Cholmondeley
When the Greek and Roman writers were carefully noting and naming the fruits of their time, the ribes tribe was as wild as any of the hordes of the far North, in whose dim, cold, damp woods and bogs it then flourished, but, like other Northern tribes, it is making great improvement under the genial influences of civilization and culture.
"Success With Small Fruits"
E. P. Roe
ribes aureum is largely cultivated as an ornamental shrub, and its spicy-scented, bright yellow flowers of early spring are among my pleasantest memories.
"Success With Small Fruits"
E. P. Roe