Monday, March 17, 2014
I Won't Be Planting Potatoes Today
I wasn't going to anyway, but no one around here will be. I did plant potatoes on St. Pat's in 2012 under very pleasant conditions. Not only has it been possible the last few years, but it was often possible when I was a boy, though we usually waited until closer to the end of the month. One year that it wasn't an option was 1960 which had a fairly normal winter, to the best of my recollection, until about the 22nd of February. We had a month of snowy, icy, frozen mayhem before the ground became visible on the 22nd of March.
I think they used to call it "weather".
By the way, one of my neighbors dropped by last fall to share some heirloom "vining okra" seeds (which I will try out this year and report on, the Lord willing). He told me that he had seen a hornet's nest in one of his fruit trees that was very close to the ground. The ones I've run across are usually eight to ten or twelve feet up. I think he said this one was around five feet off the ground.
"You know what that means?"
"Bad winter?" I ventured.
"Yep," he said. I saw him a couple of weeks ago and reminded him of that exchange, acknowledging that his sign had proven accurate.