Wild strawberries are one of my childhood favorites and in proliferation at our summer lake house. It took so many to fill a cup if you managed to get to them before the birds. They were indescribably sweet.
Could not believe the storybook feeling of getting up before the adults on the first morning we awoke in the 100 year-old house in the Hudson Valley & finding tiny twinkling dewy jewels in the grass between the cedars & the apple trees. Don’t remember tasting them.