Wild Strawberries

I'm always glad to see wild strawberry blooms along a trail in the spring, but I get ecstatic when I find a patch in the summer that is ripe for picking. Maybe it is that they are hard to come by and tiny and that I usually come across them in the serenity of a Blue Ridge meadow, but my taste buds tell me that they are ten times better than a farmed clunker from Florida. A little burst of citric acid and sugar on a summer day.

These tiny little fellows are only about a half inch in diameter: more round than pointy like a store bought strawberry. (FYI they can be confused with Snake Berry also called Mock Strawberry) 

These beauties were in a Point Lookout Mountain meadow on 06/05/2015