blueberries

I like blueberries. Small ones, not big ones. I like them a little tart. When I buy a basket I wash them and pick through them, immediately eating the big ones (to get them out of the way, like eating the thing you like least on your plate first) so I have the little yummy ones to look forward to eating the next days. I also like that when you break them open they are not actually blue. They are white. There is more white in the berry than blue. But they are called blueberries. The irony.  

I also think they are pretty when you cut them open. It's a clean design. I am always impressed that the opacity of the white stands strong against its deep blue outside. I also like the simple vein of blue that runs through the middle to the tan seeds. Mother nature is one great designer.