I planted this Garlic back in November. Before the pandemic. I remember trotting along to my local garden shop, rummaging in the garlic bins and taking my bag of garlic cloves to the till to be weighed. I handed over my debit card with not a care in the world for bacteria. I was not wearing (nor did I own) a face mask. November seems very distant, like a different lifetime.
But nature will march on. And today that very same Garlic, (Red Russian) purchased with such abandon months before needed to be harvested. It’s perfect, with not a blemish in sight.
Like a lot of people right now, I’m extremely glad that I have a garden. To sit in, to think in, hide in, to social distance in. I’m always so amazed by the fact that gardens just do their thing, every year, year after year. Not much gets in their way. I’m pretty thankful for the predictability of my garden right now. When a lot of other things seem to be swaying underneath me.
I’ll probably plait these like I do with onions (here’s a post on how to plait onions) and hang them in the cool basement until I need them.
Bye for now.