In this rural part of the US, The Farmer’s Almanack was once a constant in every household, counted on for down-to-earth practical advice, folk wisdom, etc. From what I have learned, expired copies of the pulpy books were often used as spontaneous make-do insulation, tucked between wall and floor boards to add extra bulk and head off pesky drafts.

However, these examples today are wonderfully refined, showing such lovely furnishings — its almost a “wish book” of beautiful things for the home. And of course, I loved the idea of the book becoming a repository of daily scribblings and observations. A common place book,
perchance?

Thank you, GA.