It’s that time. Time to harvest the farmlet vampire deterrent crop.
From the original 22 cloves, I harvested 17 bulbs. What happened to the other five is a mystery. Should I be looking for a crucifix wielding hedgehog nicknamed Buffy? Or just a rat with garlic breath?
It’s also a bit disappointing that most of the bulbs are only small to middling sized. I guess that’s to be expected in a first post-weed-mat crop though. I added a good thick layer of pony poo before planting, but after all those years of oxygen deprivation it’s going to take a while to rebuild a decent population of soil microbes.
That’s okay, gardening is all about having fun while playing the long game. There’s plenty more pony poo around here, and we’ll have many more garlic crops. Besides if I feel the need to wear a bulb of garlic around my neck while out clubbing* I may prefer a discreetly dinky version.
* Clubbing? Haha! My idea of an exciting evening these days is a bar of Lindt chocolate, and an episode of Westworld (and, it goes without saying, the Forbearing Husband by my side).