Seasonal advice, wit, and wisdom from your editors | | | Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass, What we below could not see, Winter pass. –Edward Thomas, "Thaw" (1878–1917) | | THE OLD FARMER SELECTED THESE PRODUCTS FOR YOU | View Web Version
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