Memorial day weekend Hubs and I were visiting the family cemetery where his parents, grandparents and some siblings are buried. Here in the rural areas of West Virginia, folks would say we were in the middle of nowhere and by all accounts we were. Not a single house for miles and miles and no cell tower for reception. As I was making my way down the hill after placing flowers on the gravesites I looked down at my feet and discovered this one wild strawberry. I looked for more but there was only this one. I didn't pick it.