For January I give you vests of skins, And mighty fires in hall, and torches lit; Chambers and happy beds with all things fit; Smooth silken sheets, rough furry counterpanes; And sweetmeats baked; and one that deftly spins Warm arras; and Douay cloth, and store of it; And on this merry manner still to twit The wind, when most his mastery the wind wins. Or issuing forth at seasons in the day, Ye'll fling soft handfuls of the fair white snow Among the damsels standing round, in play: And when you all are tired and all aglow, Indoors again the court shall hold its sway, And the free Fellowship continue so. –Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828–82) | | THE OLD FARMER SELECTED THESE PRODUCTS FOR YOU | New to this newsletter? It’s free! Sign up here. You are receiving this e-mail message because you subscribed at our Web site: Almanac.com If you do not wish to receive our regular e-mail newsletter in the future, please click here to unsubscribe. *Please do not reply to this e-mail* Visit our Web site Help page to report corrections or inquire about your online account, products, editorial, and technical issues. For reprinting and reuse, see our Terms of Use. © 2020 Yankee Publishing Inc. All rights reserved. | | | | |
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