Here’s hoping that wasn’t a killer freeze we just shuddered through. Areas of the Pinelands bottomed out in the terrible teens. Just think of how cold it would have been without global warming. But, as I’ve become fond of saying of late, I’ll take global warming over nuclear winter any day.

Back to the woods, here’s also hoping the critters that recently left hibernation weren’t caught out in the frigidity, with no embracing ground around them to act as insulation. It’s not easy being cold blooded.

I most fear for my beloved feral blueberry patch, a once-farmed area that was abandoned over 70 years ago but still…