Ain't no farmer

This morning, the first day of our (northern) autumn, I dug up my remaining garlics. I had had a few dozen planted in three little plots and this plot was the least accessible. So it waited till now. I probably should have dug them up a month ago, but they weren't much ill-served by waiting the extra time. Maybe not at all.

I had no string so I used hops vines to tie them together and I stuck some old leftover clothesline through the vines to hang them from the rafters in the shed. I will cook with some in a couple of hours.

This batch comprised fifty garlics of three varieties. I had already dug up eighty-some garlics in the other plots. So I have about 130 garlics hung up drying. I will put some of them back in the ground for next year — probably mostly this variety, “Rocambole.” Rocambole is a very bright-tasting garlic though it produces many small cloves in each head, a hassle when you are cooking. But it is the most delicious garlic I have grown.