I had one of those Real World Gardening weekends, by which I mean I got absolutely nothing done in the garden. Sure, I harvested a few tomatoes and dug a couple of potatoes, but the real world took precedence over my wish list of things to do.
What did I do that was so great that I couldn’t plant a fall crop of Kale? It’s sort of a long story, so I’ll just blame it on the rain. You see, I play in a band called Tin Bird Choir (yes, I’m that much of a geek that I named the band after a Wendell Berry book, A Timbered Choir). So we had this gig at a festival and were supposed to play from 3:30 to 4:15. I figured I’d be home by 6:30, have a nice dinner with my wife and kids, and all would be right with the world.
But the rain pushed everything back three hours. I didn’t get home until 9:30, by which time my beautiful children were already in bed and sound asleep. So I feel like I got ripped off.
But you’re not here to hear me complain about my weekend. No, you’re here to see pictures of the garlic I harvested a few weeks ago. I tied them together and have them hanging on my porch.
According to our Garlic Growing Guide, you should cure garlic bulbs by hanging them for about four to six weeks in a shaded, dry, and preferably drafty area. Did you grow any garlic this year?
I love my garden. It’s a work in progress. An escape. An experiment. It’s my slow food store. It’s my connection to my ancestors, my climate, my landscape, my place in the universe. It is a continual source of amusement and amazement, a place of inspiration and perspiration. But it’s a total mess. Which is why I like to visit other people’s gardens.
This morning, on my way to work, I stopped by my friend’s mom’s house. I will refer to her as Mrs. D. She arguably has the best, most beautiful garden in all of East Coventry Township—and perhaps the whole county.
I went there this morning because I heard the tulips were blooming, but she’s also got lots of lettuce, spinach, potatoes, garlic, onions, cabbage and more—a truly inspirational garden.
I will be making many return visits to Mrs. D’s garden for the sake of this blog—and for the sake of my own gardening education. Thanks, Mrs. D!