"Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
These are days when ancients held a rite
Of expiation for the old year's ill,
And prayer to purify the new year's will."
Helen Hunt Jackson, A Calendar of Sonnet's: February
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As a counter to the Turner Prize, a pub in England now announces the Turnip prize every year. It's a contest which recognises the lack of effort made by all entrants, and has an amazing prize - a turnip mounted on a six-inch nail.