Consider the wild Maine blueberry-- so small, so full of flavor and antioxidants. They are in season right now, countless tiny clusters of them ripe beside the trails and along the granite ledges, inviting hikers to pick and eat the sun-warmed fruit as we climb or descend. Each berry a sweet little burst of tart juice-- they make you stop; they keep you going.
I'm sure no one is keeping track of such things but me, so I'll crow just a little: this is my 500th blog post without missing a single day. Yay for writing!