"Mom took a walk on Mother's Day. Spring was in the air. Summer was not far behind. What is that? He asked. A wild rose, she said. What is that? He asked. A wild turkey, she said. What is that? He asked. A wild plum tree, she said. What is that? He asked. A wild mushroom, she said. What is that? He asked. A wild horse, she said. What is that? He asked. A wild strawberry, she said. Sam picked the ripe red fruit. Happy Mother's Day, he said. Mom smiled and popped the strawberry in her mouth. She closed her eyes. It tastes like summer, she said."