One of the classic American truisms is that you can’t trust the weather report. We all learned at our parents’ knees that weather forecasts are unreliable, untrustworthy, comically inadequate.
Well, maybe in their day, but today one had best believe the forecast by default—in my opinion.
Take Tuesday, for instance.
The day’s weather forecast predicted that rain would start after 1 p.m.
Nevertheless, the morning dawned clear and calm. We saw a glorious sunrise (with not a touch of red—you know, “red sky at morning sailors/shepherds take warning”—at least that we saw).
Aly took this photo from her cottage window Tuesday morning (Photo: Sarah A. Zeiger).
After some uncertainty, we decided to behave as if the forecast would prove true.
