It was another cloyingly humid and overcast July afternoon, the kind of day for which the word “blah” seems to fit so well. I had just set out down Piney Woods Church Road when I noticed, beyond the far side of a water-filled rut, a flash of bright red among the roadside weeds. I was delighted (well, comparatively delighted, for the kind of day it was) to find several False Strawberries, also known as Indian Strawberries (Duchesnea indica) in fruit. (Earlier this year, I posted a photograph of one in bloom — perhaps this very specimen!) Briefly I was even tempted to try one — perhaps because of how delicious they appear, and perhaps because I wanted to test field guide descriptions of their powdery, flavorless nature. But I settled for a photograph, instead.
