I was pleasantly surprised to see these beautiful dime-sized wild Indian strawberry blossoms hiding in our back yard grass this morning . To me they are more than pretty little blooms ~ they are reminders of times spent with my very dear friend, Freda Willard, in Northern Maine with the better known tiny white strawberry blossoms that grow into full-grown ripe,red berries. What a delightful memory this morning! And, yet, what amazing beauty is included in each individual tiny yellow bloom all on its own!
Do they fruit?
ReplyDeleteI am not aware of any fruit from them, Benning. However, I am sending an e-message to you.
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A fun poem, thanks! Let us know if any berries appear! :D
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