The old adage "plant potatoes in the dark of the moon" never made any sense to me. I pictured going out around mid-night and groveling around, trying to plant potatoes in the dark. Right. Some already question my sanity, so I never thought it would be a good idea to try that trick, fearing a neighbor might pass by and see me. (Maybe THIS is where the term "lunatic" comes from?) My dreams do not include living out my days in a room on Shutter Island!
I was recently reading up on the phases of the moon. It turns out that "the dark of the moon" refers to a period between the full moon and the next new moon -- when the moon is waning (or growing smaller and smaller, as opposed to becoming more full). Well ... now THAT makes sense. How did I not know that, or at least figure it out in all this time of being a gardener? I guess I take some things too literally.
I checked to see what phase of the moon we're in, and discovered that tonight the moon will be about the skinchiest it gets before turning over to a new moon (when it seems to have lost its light completely). Oh, and according to the info I was reading, nothing should be planted on the New Moon. So, it was either get those taters in the ground today, or wait a few weeks for the moon to flop over again. Considering that DH and I prepared the 'tater patch several days ago and the weather is warmer/dryer than usual for this time of year, I got them into the ground and covered up.
If that brings on a blizzard or some spate of frigid weather, let me apologize in advance. I just couldn't resist the urge to plant them a month or more earlier than usual.