Easter—ideally Good Friday—is traditionally the time to plant potatoes. This tradition is rooted in folklore, with the belief that planting at Easter brings good luck and a strong harvest. After all, Easter symbolises new life, making it the perfect moment to start thinking about a new growing season.
We had intended to follow tradition and get at least some potatoes in the ground over the holiday.
A Windy Good Friday
Good Friday, however, had other plans. Working at the allotment was far from pleasant—the wind was relentless, and a nearby polytunnel seemed destined to follow Artemis into space. It looked unlikely that any of our potatoes would make it underground over Easter.
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