|Wild Strawberries. Oh, so, yummy!|
The rich pungent aroma of freshly mowed hay filled my senses as I walked along the windrow. Where the field ended, the woods began. A small meadow was hidden deep within.
Breaking the wooded barrier, I could barely believe my eyes. Spreading out before me was a flowing sea of tall green grass topped with thousands upon thousands of blossoms in vibrant purple, orange, yellow, and dazzling white.
Hidden beneath their cover, wild strawberries waited. They were ripe for the taking