mister loves his juneberries. when we cross the spider bridge we first visit the white mulberry tree by the model yacht pond, and then he dawdles under the little sour apple trees, and then we cross the lawn and half-way he runs past me to the juneberry tree. he browses the lower branches and i fill the baggie from his half sandwich from the upper branches. yesterday they were fresh rain-washed and delicious. i suggest the humble juneberry as the new superfruit.