Little Hen with Spanish Roja garlic clove (left) and Elephant garlic clove (right)

Space is limited at our little house, so we have quite a small garden right now.  I’m glad the heat wave a while back killed the potatoes, because now I have some place to plant the garlic! I know I won’t be able to enjoy them until at least next July, but I love the ritual of breaking apart and planting the cloves, covering them with hay, and then the waiting, waiting, waiting, until the little green shoots appear between the thick hay next spring. 

(My apologies for the font size issue.  Wordpress is being wonky, and I don’t have the energy to delete and re-write the post. )