Good Friday is the day that many farmers use as the day to get potatoes planted in the ground. My grandpa sticks to this practice every year. Last year we helped more with the harvesting of his garden and this year I decided to get the girls over and help put the plants in the ground. We planted rows of potatoes and rows of onions because they will not be bothered by the frost. What an interesting process!! I am not sure why it took me this long to become as interested as I am now! We planted rotten chucks of potatoes that have been drying out for a month with eyes sprouting. You always plant the eye up and it is best to let them get completely dried up-my grandpa calls it scabbed-so they won't get eaten by any little creatures.
Many lessons were learned today and we had so much fun! One of the most interesting lines of the day came from my grandpa. He said the potato has to rot and die so it can bear fruit. Such a point on this Good Friday. Through death we have life!