My family has secrets. And I don’t mean the deep, dark kind. We have mushroom secrets and berry secrets. Our best kept one is our patch of wild strawberries. My husband and I came across this anonymous patch a few summers ago and we’ve gone back every year to pick the small, pale, sun-sweetened fruit.
My mama and I picked nearly a gallon today and there are even more unripe ones to pick in about a week.
Life is good.