The ground is finally cold enough to keep the garlic from bolting. With temps near or above 70 all last week (and multiple windows open to sleep at night) I was really getting worried it would be a repeat of past warm autumn heartbreaks. Have been planting small colonies of cloves throughout the garden over the past month. Somebody with a professional food farm suggested I do as much to determine microclimates within a garden space. 'garlic will find standing water and pockets of clay faster than your brain will figure it out.' All but 2 of these pockets have bolted. These were clove heads of different varieties sent by friends. Yesterday afternoon J and I planted our purchased gloves. Pretty standard choices that work well for us: spicy Rojo hardneck and early Italian purple.
Today I'll plant French shallots. The bag of sets was ginormous again. Have been planted them three at a time and every single one bolted within days. Picture me standing over these experiments like a dog twisting her head from one side to its polar opposite arc. Or as my son likes to put it: insert puppy whine here. It's reached a point where the bulbs are bolting in the mesh netting.
Today I'll sort through the sets. Take out what's sprouted. Make a boullion of sorts from the chopped bulbs. Freeze in ice cube trays. Think I'll do the same with the Rojo garlic heads that bolted as well.
Long before any other threads of a chakra-driven nature showed up to be woven into my daily life - J and I decided we needed a bonding project that took us out of the ongoing sausage making factory and into our relationship's more congruently refined aspects. We agreed we'd take month long looks at what the human energy system looks like when it's deconstructed into discussions, actions, and spur of the moment happenstances. It's been very collaborative. For instance we agreed at the beginning of the month to embrace foundation as our root chakra keyword. A few days later we were arguing. It got circular. J looked at me and said 'how do we build a better foundation?' I looked at him and didn't hesitate. 'Plant garlic.'
The second (!!) of two 2020 related Crosses & Losses cairns. Other hum The bigger the stone the bigger the sense of personal loss. rick finally showed up (far left) via J's shovel as well a Nic (to the right of rick and obviously freshly unearthed) and between them are two equal sized rocks John Lewis and RBG. The really large sun-whitened rock in the back - Elvira - is finally comforting rather than soul shattering to see ...