Back in January I took pictures of my blueberry bushes blossoming and bemoaned their inevitable premature death. Sure enough, we had a snowstorm and the blossoms died. I was sure that early blossoms meant that there would be no blueberries this year from my garden. But it appears that I leaped to incorrect conclusions about my bushes and could have had a little more faith in their ability to gratify our appetite for berries. It’s still not officially spring but it sure feels like spring around here. Of course, there’s no guarantee that there won’t be another frost, but here’s to having faith in the future.