David CookStopped by the neighborhood pharmacy last week for allergy medicine, and wound up buying a copy of the 2014 Farmer’s Almanac.
Outside, it was raining. Or had just been raining. Or was about to start raining. Maybe all three.
To be clear, we’re not farmers. We have a garden, a soggy one actually, but farming? Like Eva Gabor on “Green Acres,” we are more urban than rural. For us, the Junior Varsity Farmer’s Almanac would be more appropriate.
But inside the pharmacy, holding that Almanac was comforting in an unexpected way. Like going to the gym and picking up a 50-pound weight when a 25-pound one will do, reading the $5.95 Almanac was a big boost of encouragement, offering a glimpse — backward or forward, I’m still not sure — of what could be.
A life of heirloom apples and barn quilts and backyard garlic … and predictable weather.