Yes, I collected the biggest heads of garlic last summer and prepared to plant.
In the fall, I planted each clove in a neat row and made a square bunch at the end for the ones that didn't fit.
Immediately after I'd planted them, the girls saw the fresh turned earth and thought it was a perfect place to play dinosaur. After I shooed away the jurassic beasts, I tried to find all the cloves that had been pushed every which way and replant them. Then, I was supposed to cover the beds with straw to keep them cozy all winter, but I never got around to it.
Throughout the winter, I wondered what the spring would bring, whether any of the garlic would make it.
I was glad to see their little green shoots peeking up through the snow a few weeks ago. And now, with a little sun, they are all waving happily.
Garlic. Yum.
Peace.
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