The first sign of the end of summer is here in my garden.
The garlic is in and braided, ready to hang up for the winter. Can you guess which braid or braids was made by my hands? A portion of this year’s cloves go back in the ground to slowly grow into next year’s bounty.
Managing garlic is surprisingly light work. We have a big white pine growing nearby the garden. In two months, with the first deep frosts, I’ll cover the young garlic sprouts with mounds of fallen pine needles. After the last big frost, I’ll take off those needles, toss them in the woods to rot, and put a new set of needles around the garlic plants as mulch. With that, not a lick of weeding is needed. I only have to wait until next August, when it’s time to pull up another set of delicious bulbs. Each year, the size of my garlic plot expands just a little bit. I’m hoping in a few years to have enough to give away.
Do you have any garlic stories to share?