Summer Wanes ~
Folks from days gone by grew weary of the summer heat and anticipated the arrival of autumn -- and philosophized the character of humanity ~
SECRET PHILOSOPHY ~
"None are so fond of secrets,
as those who do not mean to keep them;
such persons covet secrets
as a spendthrift covets money
for the purpose of circulation."
~Unknown
Excerpt from The Illinois Farmer's Almanac
September ~ 1840
ILLINOIS FARMER'S ALMANAC
SEPTEMBER~ 1840
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AUGUST remembered ~
"Memory believes before knowing remembers."
~William Faulkner
"Light in August"
Next, the Old Farmer's Almanac(k)s of September . . .
SEPTEMBER ~ 1818
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OLD FARMER'S ALMANAC ~ 1819
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SEPTEMBER ~ 1819
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Let's time jump one century hence . . .
OLD FARMER'S ALMANAC ~ 1919
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SEPTEMBER ~ 1919
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"Of Autumn moneths September is the prime,
Now day and night are equal in each Clime,
The twelfth of this Sol riseth in the Line,
And doth in poizing Libra in this month shine.
The vintage now is ripe, the grapes are prest,
Whose lively liquor oft is curs'd and blest;
For nought so good, but it may be abused,
But it's a precious juice when well it's used."
~Mrs. Anne Bradstreet.
from 1919 Old Farmer's Almanac
And now a touch of humor from "The Old Farmer's Almanac 2018" . . .
Brief Season
On the door of the The Old Farmer's Almanac building, high up in the hills of Dublin, N.H., where snows lie long into the spring, is posted a cartoon showing an elderly native talking to a visitor. The drifts are piled deep and the stormy winds blow. Both characters are well muffled up.
"I understand," the visitor is saying, "that you have a very short summer here . . ."
"Yup," says the old-timer, "sure do. Last year, 'twas on a Thursday."
Thanks to The Old Farmer's Almanac for making these old treasures of wisdom available to us today!
