Fragaria vesca
Up in the mountains of southern West Virginia, there wasn't much I looked forward to besides leaving. However, the one aspect of the mountains I loved were all the different kinds of berries free for the picking. My favorite berry of all was the woodland strawberry. Each strawberry was not much bigger than the size of a pea. I'd have to pick a long time to fill my bright orange bucket. Each little strawberry was intense and sweet. Now, I can only find the storebought, mostly watery kind. But I guess that's the tradeoff for moving to the flatlands. (Well worth it, but I would love to eat woodland strawberries again.)