The Almanac is farm horoscopes

The Almanac is redneck astrology

A Cloud is a mobile canvass mounted in the elastic framework of space across which the sun draws his brush en route.

The Cloud is, when low, the paperweight of the wind.

The Cloud cries itself to death.

The Cloud is the ocean of the heavens.

The Eclipse is the eyelid of the night.

An Eclipse is what a cockney barber does for a living.

An Eclipse is the only time when the man in the moon has a place in the sun.

Frost is, in winter, as good as a sack of manure.

Frost is the forerunner of mud.

The Frost is God’s plough, which he drives through every inch of ground in the world, opening each clod, and pulverizing the whole.