"Tonight's forecast: Dark. Continued dark overnight, with widely scattered light by morning." - George Carlin

Looks like we dodged a bullet last night. The forecasts ranged from 28-34 F, but the actual temp never went below 40. The berry gods cut us a break. Visions of all our baby berries dropping to the ground haunted us most of yesterday. Dire reports of snow flurries in Mount Pleasant and vast armies of mercury plagued snowmen rampaging across the countryside in a berry seeking frenzy turned out to be only a case of the peasantry gone mad with angst. Rumors. Merely rumors.

All of this worry over the weather only serves to reinforce one of our universe's great truisms... the only thing dependable about the weather is the weatherman's inability to predict it. And sometimes that is a good thing. Berry season is still on as planned. Carry on.