Cliff and I did some shopping this morning. We needed grass seed and something to kill grubs, too, and we got those at Walmart.
I bought three pounds of Kennebec seed potatoes a couple of weeks ago, and cut them up so they'd be ready to plant on St. Patrick's Day. Then later, I happened to read something about Yukon Gold potatoes, and I wanted to try those, just out of curiousity. As far as I know, I've never even tasted Yukon Gold potatoes. So we went to Colonial Nursery, knowing they'd have them because they have anything you'd need in the gardening line. There aren't a lot of plants out for sale anywhere, this early; but I saw some cute little pansy faces in the greenhouse and got a few. Plus more radish seeds and some beet seeds. Cliff went ahead and got his peaches-and-cream corn seeds while we were there, although it won't be planted for weeks.
The radishes already up in the garden are just fine, still alive and well.
I'll plant the Yukon Gold potatoes on Good Friday, weather permitting; that's April 10. Daddy always planted potatoes either on St. Patrick's Day or Good Friday, but he preferred the latter, saying the moon sign is always right then.
Personally, I don't worry about such things, but if it's convenient I'll do it that way, just because it's tradition.