As I walk home from the allotment I can name my perfume “eau de garlic”. Delightful! Well it is if you like garlic.
It’s garlic harvest time here – around or on the longest day is the norm (if you planted on or around the shortest day). How better to celebrate the summer solstice than with freshly picked garlic.
Cloves were planted late winter
Covered in snow in January
Got a dusting of wood ash in early Spring
Grew and grew
Warmed by the sun and watered with rain
Is now picked and drying at home
It isn’t the best or biggest crop I’ve ever grown. The bulbs are on the small side, but there is plenty to celebrate as the white rot appears not to have spread into this patch of ground. The relief after last year’s crop was decimated by this vile disease is palpable. So next year I need to pay a bit more attention to feeding the soil – lots of rich compost, maybe some seaweed, and of course keep it weeded, garlic doens’t like too much competition.
Talking of competitions, let’s look at The Caption Competition
I have grown a few Elephant garlic in a border in the garden. I like the flowers – huge purple with the distinctive Allium shape, a bee and butterfly magnet. Letting the Elephant garlic go to flower doesn’t seem to have any impact on the taste of the garlic, a win-win.
This is what has happened to one of the plants.
It seems to have a mind of its own. I’ve wracked my brain for a witty title or comment but have so far failed miserably. So it’s over to you. Come on, I know you can think of something! And a prize well maybe three cheers all round, or maybe 3 groans all round depending on how ‘bad’ the caption is. Or perhaps I could pop a packet of home saved seeds in the post to the winner. I could get my partner to select his favourite caption. Put your thinking caps on and leave a comment