Growing up, my family spent every summer at a spring-fed lake on the top of a Pennsylvania mountain. The elevation was high enough that the plant life was much different than what we saw in town. The soil was acidic and all clay. Trees did not grow as tall, and moss was a lot easier to grow than grass. But that mountain was covered in wild blueberry and wintergreen. To this day, the scent of a crushed wintergreen leaf brings me straight back to my childhood.Continue Reading