We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
For many years our neighbor planted potato's very very early.
Her trick was to boil a pail of water, and then dump a cup full into each hole, as she was planting the potatoes. No need to guess who had the earliest potatoes on the block. Recommend you try it and let us all know.
We used to start planting peas around St Patrick's day [and dad always planted potatoes that day]. Then we planted more every week until the frost stopped killing them. That way we always got some peas. The ones that got planted 'too late' never did very well. You could never really judge the best time, and too early or too late meant no peas.
Mom always wanted to plant "in the sign" although she said she didn't believe in it. Our calendar from the local bank had a lot of information about the signs for each day. We planted potatoes in the signs of feet and ankles and corn in the signs of shoulders and above. Our gardens were always prolific, but I'm guessing that was more due to excellent soil, Mom's compost, and strict weeding than to planting according to the signs.