The garlic has surprised me with its readiness to be harvested. I thought it would take longer to mature, but, hey, I’m in Hamilton now. I wasn’t very good at feeding my garlic this season. As in, I didn’t feed it anything other than the green manure and a little bit of horse poop that I fed the soil. Oops. I meant to make some kind of liquid feed but I kind of forgot… Anyway, the garlic tops had gone on a lean and were yellowing, signalling that the garlic was ready to be harvested. I dug up 20 bulbs, some of which are a pretty decent size considering their neglect. I did water them though…
After drying out in the sun for a few days, and on the porch when it rained, it was time to hang the garlic. I was going to google how to plait it. I have previously just hung it in a bunch. However, while I was potting up plants, a mysterious rustling noise turned out to be The Husband, plaiting my garlic on the back porch. Turns out he’s the french braider of the pair of us. I’m feeling a bit manly right now. One day I’ll learn, if only for the garlic. The Husband did a pretty good job too, and hung them in the garage to dry further. I’ll save the biggest ones to plant this winter. And thus, the cycle begins…
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