The rain finally let off long enough for me to plant garlic today. Two hundred and thirty two cloves of garlic.
This year I did not buy any garlic to plant, using only what I had grown myself. This makes me happy, possibly inordinately so. I planted 38 of the 212 heads I harvested in July, leaving 174 to get us through to next year. That’s a lot of garlic, but it may or may not be enough. Dagny still lives here, after all.