By Catherine Mallette Now the first of December was covered with snowAnd so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to BostonLord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting...No, no. There is no snow. It is a hot, sweltering July night, but still, the Berkshires do seem dreamlike, magical even, and the crowd roars its approval.After all, life is good.