I don’t know why I continue to do it. It’s a Yankee thing or an October thing I guess. I can’t resist buying a copy of the Farmers Almanac when I see it arrive on the shelf. I have a collection of these annual almanacs dating back to 1972.
I don’t know why I get it, especially since it was Yuppified a few years back. I don’t care for the trend predictions (they are almost always wrong). I don’t care about the tide tables, I use the one from City Lumber. I don’t care about the lunar cycles, if the night has clear skies it’s usually a full moon, if not, it isn’t full. I don’t care about the year in advance inaccurate weather predictions. I don’t care much for the recipes or puzzles. I don’t care about the planting tables… Yet every year I buy a copy of this publication. I think it used to cost Seventy-Five cents; it is now close to Five dollars.
This year I got it on October 1st, and I haven’t even opened it yet. I may not open it because the idea of the publication is usually far better than the reality of the publication itself. I really should sell the whole collection on ebay and put it all behind me.