It is traditional in the South to plant your garden on Good Friday.
I hadn’t expected to be able to do any planting yesterday, but it turned out to be a warm dry day so I was happy to spend much of it putting seeds in the ground.
I don’t like to have an entire garden of English peas come in all at once, so I planted half of it two weeks ago and the rest yesterday. We plant the Alaska variety. They’re delicious, mature quickly and don’t need any trellising. After making the rows I flatten them with the rototiller and plant double rows in each bed, about one foot apart. That way when the vines start growing they can grab onto each other.
I also got started on our potato garden. Ideally I would have planted them last week, but yesterday was a fine day for doing it. We’re growing nothing this year but Yukon Golds, our favorite.
And look what else nature has begun offering.
Good Friday usually happens in mid-April, but because Easter is a movable feast (based on the lunar calendar) it can come around as early as March 21, meaning this year it was nearly as early as it can be. While I can appreciate the symbolism of it, it wouldn’t be wise to plant beans and tomatoes this early, tradition notwithstanding. Out of curiosity I asked my mother if my grandfather would have planted his garden yesterday, even if Good Friday came this early in the year. Without hesitation she said yes.
Nevertheless, we’ll wait a little while longer.