My uncle's retirement advice ruined my summer garden plans
Three years ago my uncle told me to plant tomatoes in late May no matter what the forecast said. He swore by the old almanac rule and I followed it exactly, then we got a cold snap on June 4th and every single seedling turned black. He admitted later he'd been using that date since 1987 and never checked soil temps once. Now I'm the guy who waits until the ground hits 60 degrees, and my neighbor thinks I'm crazy. Anyone else have a family member whose advice is stuck in a different era, and how do you politely ignore them without starting a fight?
Oh man, that almanac rule sounds exactly like my grandpa's "plant on Good Friday no matter what" advice, which works great until Easter comes in March and a blizzard shows up. Meanwhile I'm out there with a thermometer in the dirt like a total weirdo, but at least my tomatoes survive.