As I worked with the wintergreen, I found myself channeling Etta James; 'At last, my wintergreen is here, my lonely search is over, and life is like . . .' I suppose I waited 70 years for that shot, even if I didn't always know it. Along the way, there were a lot of tasty berries. Those are a little dry, which helps get them through the winter. They're best in the fall, but may linger into spring and still be good. Wintergreen was an Indian food, and also a medicine for a wide range of ailments. Mostly colds, but also including arthritis. Maybe it was a better idea than I knew, munching leaves as I worked on that shot.