When I look at my three small braids of garlic hanging in the house my heart catches in my throat and I feel certain that there will be a day, long before July, when I will have to go to the store and buy garlic.
Last year my garlic lasted beyond the harvesting of this year’s garlic. Ahh, that felt so good. And it helped to stretch this year’s smaller harvest. It was probably late August by the time I finished up last year’s garlic. I used it in my canned dills too.
Anyway, each year some crops are amazing and some are puny. I’m happy I got garlic at all and was able to harvest it before we offically moved out of our old place.
This year I will be putting in a garlic bed just in time. It’s garlic planting time right now. In fact, it’s the tail end of garlic planting time. But I’ve scoped out a good spot in the backyard that gets enough sun (garlic doesn’t need much, at my old house I always grew it in our shady backyard), and I’m going to create and plant the garlic bed this week. It will be about seven feet by four feet. Oh yeah! That’s a big bed in my world, and that’s a lot of garlic.