We discovered last summer that we had this odd little patch of wild strawberries in our yard. Although we didn't expect much from the fruit after sampling wild strawberries in a friend's yard that were wierd, terrible little fruits, we were pleasantly surprised to find them delicious. Grace remembered, and instructed Mike not to cut the grass in this part of the lawn so that we could make the most of the berries. It's a fairly large patch - maybe 15 feet by 5 feet - so even after the squirrels and birds have their fair share, we're likely to get at least a few berries. One of the best parts of growing up in Montana was the abundance of wild berries in the summer, and I'm tickled that my kids get to experience this literally in their own yard.
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