No matter what the weather is like, we always plant at least some potatoes on Good Friday.
It was very cold, damp and bitter out side, with a wind that could freeze salt water.
Fred, my farmer, loving husband of 31 years, still out there teaching our youngest son how to plant our food. I find myself recalling back to the time when we were newlyweds; Fred had to teach me how to cut the potato seeds and plant them. Honestly, I was truly amazed back then and still find it exciting.
When our kids all leave this place of peace, one thing is for absolute certain, they will know how to raise their own food. Whether or not they choose to do so is up to them, but it’s a comfort to us knowing we made it a priority…….. living this kind of life!
Happy Easter to one and to all………..a wonderful life.