After some pretty strong rains and time delays, I was afraid I missed the peak of the wild strawberries. I had already gone out for an hour one evening and picked just under a quart. I was finally able to break free and find an hour back in that horse pasture. I picked just over a quart for nearly two quarts of delicious wild strawberries total!
The evening was spent hulling my latest forage and laying the tiny berries out on a tray to freeze before transferring to a freezer bag. I occupied that task by watching BBC's Wartime Farm Episode 1 again. Now, I'm jealous of the rosehips Ruth and her father found. Someday, I hope to have grand rosehips.