[Red_Devil 232]

Just a little story.

The lore around here (Central Mississippi). This is from a casual meeting with two older Black women who were shopping in the same garden center I was buying transplants. I was picking out some tomatoes and one asked me when I planned on planting them outside. I told her (can't remember what I said now).

She said, You should wait 30 days past the last Thunderstorm in Feb. and then plant your garden.

[Mrs. Don-o]

Oh, I absolutely believe in going by natural observations. The main thing to observe, naturally, is your neighbor. If your neighbor knows what (s)he's doing!

I get thrown off if I time things by my crazy optimistic jump-the-gun daffodils. They pop up in the middle of the worst freezin-est weather, regardless.

I usually have good luck with the cruciferous veggies, but last year the cabbages were pathetic, the kale was kinda puny, but the collard (an Asian variety called "Zen") was fabulous: it just kept coming and coming and coming. I was afraid it was going to sneak around at night and mug the kudzu!

:o)

It sure is fun, but I'm grateful I don't have to live off of what I grow. I'd starve, or turn green. Hm. A collard person, I am.

[kitchen]

She said, You should wait 30 days past the last Thunderstorm in Feb. and then plant your garden.

We always wait three weeks after the last snowstorm in May. Even then, most seeds - like corn - are sprouted before they go in the ground, or they won't finish.

[Ellendra]

Here in Wisconsin, its more like 30 days past the last snowstorm in April :p

[Diana in Wisconsin]

Re: Your chat with the ladies...

I’ve been chuckling over a book I sell called “The Moon Sign Book” or something like that. The local Hippies like to buy it to plant by the moon while they’re dancong around nekkid or something...

But then, I READ the darn thing! It was simply amazing. The woman that writes it writes a new one for each year, and she gives all kinds of predictions.

She predicts hard times coming our way. Very. Hard. Times. And it wasn’t through voo-doo or tossing a dead cat over her left shoulder; she’s totally into world politics and when I went to the Library to look up her older editions, she was spot-on!

Of course, I go by what Jimmy The Groundhog says, having grown up in Sun Prairie, WI. (Screw PA Phil, LOL!) and there’s no way around what the bands on a Wooly Bear caterpillar are telling you, as well as the local squirrel behavior, and whether my Basset Hound wants an extra blanket on his bed, LOL!

Oh, it’s all just silly...but sometimes it works! :)