I have been looking forward today for some time — the garlic harvest! I am pretty sure I’ll never get all of the dirt out from under my nails, as getting them out requires lots of finger-digging in order to not accidentally scrape the bulbs with the trowel. I’ve never grown garlic before so naturally I was expecting the worst. But instead I now have 11 fat Chesnok Red bulbs tied together, curing in the basement. I only wish I tripled (at least) the planting last year, and intend to get about 36 bulbs out of 4 square feet next time around. Oh well, every harvest is a lesson.


Now, the garden looks like… a ridiculous wall of green. I’m already starting to “lose” produce in it, as I discovered a fat overripe pickling cucumber when I was reaching around to find the one I knew about. Debating whether to sacrifice a green tomato to round out a new jar of pickles before these guys spoil.

And lastly, I really have to start finalizing my winter/spring garden plans — as you can see there are 7 open squares just begging to be planted this weekend. None of these are bad problems to have.

















