The Pianostreet Old Farmer's Almanac (Since 1765)

[goldentone]

Why? Is the peach pie not good?

It's terrific, they make loads of it because they know it's everyone's favorite.

 

[visitor]

It's terrific, they make loads of it because they know it's everyone's favorite.

 

the princess approves

[goldentone]

Sometimes here at the Almanac we bend to some lighthearted musings.  Does the Princess see herself primarily as the peach "gobbler" or the peach "baker"?

 

[goldentone]

With harmony astir, the fire rose to match the wind, whirling the snow softly against the cabin.  Wisdom brewing in the silence, the nature of their society began to show its rhythm.  The winter air icened in no small measure, as if the elements arrayed to parry their good purpose.  The prophet broke the simmering thus:  "The sinful earth now senses the lofty ascending, for princely breath pierces its centuries afore of wasting.  Though steeled in countenance, the white fields tremble.  The harvest beckons with great, great speed."  The four roused in agreement with the prophet.  Thence the wafting olfactory of baking prescribed their palates to embrace the good earth.  Round the table was served a special cobbler to ease their miens.  Then Mrs. Draugenford seated herself next to her husband and desserted with them, and asserted:  "What the village needs is the pearl. . . the pearl. . . the ancient pearl. . ."  Whereupon a gust of wind hollowed against the cabin, as the fire cracked.

Next:  A Visitor

[j_menz]

prescribed their palates to embrace the good earth. 

Umm... I'd rather my palate embraced a sandwich.

[goldentone]

Umm... I'd rather my palate embraced a sandwich.

I'll apprise Mrs. Draugenford.

The fruit of the cobbler comes from the good earth, rather than the sinful earth. . . some allusive truth growing there.

[goldentone]

March Update:

How long winter weather lasts through March will determine the start of nature's rhythmic recreation.  The subatomic remagnetization is in good progress, and when completed, the Norseville connector will open to full transport capacity.  Our hydroteloptic group found that it is the Pacific-Northwest contributor (a tributary of the California Current) that has resisted nature's reconstituting, and in the phenomenon of musical genre reflectors, "Woodland Sketches" has interfered with the warmth of Sinatra echoing through the corridor.  Interestingly, the Norseville Connector at the California end appears will open in a scenic wood with a lovely homegrown garden.

[goldentone]

Update:

Our field teloptic group reports to us from the opening of the Norseville Connector.  The brave souls.  The peaks and ebbs of its journeylike pace unto transport capacity have entered a new sensory phase.  They note a certain outness and edge that has not abated from the rise of four days ago.  Yet there still continues scant communication from our teloptic supervisor mounted secretly at our undisclosed location deep in the vanishing Rockies, whom we lost daily contact with some time ago.  We are looking into utilizing our subatomic bunzistor to make an impression where the signal suddenly came down.  Stay tuned for clearer transport-cusp facilitators.   

[goldentone]

Wisdom of the Day:

A gentle heart serves gentle pie.

[goldentone]

Update from the Norseville Connector:

What was once only a crevice now is opening at an exponential rate as our teloptic group reports.  Indeed, they are pounding away at the surrounding rock.  Of palpitant interest is the discovery of artifacts in the area, unveiling that the Norseville Connector may be an ancient site and phenomenon.  Our disciplined teloptic group is making its way through its list of protocol to ensure the luxury of space expansion in tolerance of the subterranean impacts.   They have observed exotic butterflies.  Because the Connector is formed from Atlantic to Pacific, we have placed teloptic engineers at both Atlantic and Pacific ends in hope of increasing the magnetic subatomic gravitators to hasten transport capacity.  The Atlantic group reports communicative interference in specific gravitational nods, but do report that general gravity is daily increasingly felt.     

[j_menz]

  The Atlantic group ... report that general gravity is daily increasingly felt.     

Too much Peach Cobbler, perhaps?

[goldentone]

Too much Peach Cobbler, perhaps?

Ha.  As the festival-lovers would tell you, they could not place their tummies in better hands than the great peach-baker herself.

[goldentone]

Our hydroteloptic group reports from near the summit of a secret peak in the Rockies, that the spirit of the wind is moving ever sweetly since they have been abandoning their late nights of scientific labor.  Engineers remain at the Atlantic and the Pacific opening.  We have also dispatched a group to see how they might influence the apparently uninfluenceable, the high-impacting scalar force variable for subterranean accruances. 

[goldentone]

Summer Update:

We are receiving a flurry of reports from both our hydroteloptic groups on the Pacific and Atlantic, on the rapidity of the formation of the Norseville Connector.  The connecting geothermal and georhythmic elements are beginning to sprout in unison.  Sinatra and Grieg are heard simultaneously, blissfully and dreadfully, in contraharmonic soul-blowing frequency-blasting melding!  Tallyho!

[goldentone]

I knew a beautiful dame,
The moon, methinks, was her name;
When one day I staring
Behind me 'peared caring,
Lighting us ever with fame.

(From The Wit and Wisdom of Nathaniel Pepperidge)

[goldentone]

There's data, and there's truth.

[goldentone]

It's that time of year again.
But this just isn't any year.

The Pianostreet Old Farmer's Almanac Quartermillenial Edition!

With all new sagacious forecasting and wisdom for the coming year, including:

Weather Zone Tables
The Jazzy Shopper
In-depth Teloptic Analysis
Interview with Brauvilla Draugenford, descendant of the great Draugenford himself
The late manuscripts of Nathaniel Pepperidge (He was wiser than we thought)

With handcrafted embroidered touches from the 18th century.

[goldentone]

The wind wintering, a slumber descended upon the gathered.  Whence a faint tapping from the door found the ear of the decked hostess.  As she opened the oaken door, the heavy fog withdrew a shrouded figure.  Though her keenness could not penetrate the mystery, there was a rightness that unrobed as the enrobed figure entered the Draugenford cabin.  The others would not be stirred, and a meeting of two was to ensue.  After a few steps the figure stopped, absorbed the cabin, then turned back to the wondering lady, began to withdraw his shroud, and broke the silence with a whisper:  "You do not remember me Mrs. Draugenford, but I am with no dust of discrepancy. . . Edward Draugenford."

Next:  The Second Shroud                  

[goldentone]

At the revelation of his namesake, Mrs. Draugenford was motionless.  After a long moment filled but with the hollow of the wind, she raised her candelabra to peruse his visage.  Painted to her eyes was a once young, striking journeyman, to which the face before her echoed.  Nevertheless, the figure's eyes penetrated with a glow.  He then withdrew from his cloak a small felt bag and placed it on the table.  His eyes returned to hers, and he seemed to contemplate the propriety of saying more.  Finally, he said, "I will return in a fortnight."  Then, with her breath almost leaving her, he walked carefully into the Draugenford bedroom, returned with the cloak of her Edward, and hung it upon a vacant chair.  With that, the man replaced his cloak and stepped like a shadow back into the night.

Next:  The Confluence

[goldentone]

One mornin' a-pearin'
Out on the stoooop,
My lady listed my way,
Found her a-carin'
With my favorite sooooup,
My bonny lifted our day. . .

Trolly ohhh Trolly ohhh
Wispy awayyyyy
Trolly ohhh Trolly ohhh
This be the day. . .

(From Nathaniel Pepperidge's Folk Sketches)

[visitor]

[visitor]

the days are warm, but the pudding is cold. time for fun in the sun

[goldentone]

It is with sterling celebration that we announce the 2017 Edition of

      *The Pianostreet Old Farmer's Almanac*

Yes!  The vaunted trove of practical information that you love is back just in time for the new year. Those of you who ordered our magnificent quartermillennial edition (still available at fine stores everywhere) will enjoy the new features grandfathered from yesteryear.  This year's edition is full of 200 pages, including:
      
      *The Prophetic Planter
      *Weather Zone Tables
      *Nathaniel Pepperidge's Wisdom for the Wayfarer  
      *The incredible interview with Brauvilla Draugenford, descendant of the great Draugenford
      *Thal's Folk Banjo Brigade
      *The Continuing Draugenford Saga

We believe you will search far and wide before you find an almanac like ours.  We pride ourselves in the preservation of the charter of our founder, the legendary Edward Draugenford.

(A special surcharge is added for residents of Oregon for the preservation of their peach crop.)

[goldentone]

Anastasia Marguerite Draugenford