Wow, no comments, yet, about the garlic. C’mon people, get yer garlic on!
Thanks to a wonderfully warm(er) autumn, my planted-almost-too-late garlic crop has had plenty of time to grow those necessary for winter roots. Last year it was quite the inverse: planted in time yet an early winter snow and freeze decimated my efforts - such is li…
Wow, no comments, yet, about the garlic. C’mon people, get yer garlic on!
Thanks to a wonderfully warm(er) autumn, my planted-almost-too-late garlic crop has had plenty of time to grow those necessary for winter roots. Last year it was quite the inverse: planted in time yet an early winter snow and freeze decimated my efforts - such is life on the left slope of the Rockies in Montana. Lost half that crop, and a couple varieties completely. I am looking to what appears in spring when I remove their winter blanket of mulch. Lord willing, there will be 400 plus nascent globes spread across a dozen varieties; and some elephant garlic to boot.
As for the bone chilling cold: having once lived to your east, I remember a few winters that could’a rivaled a bit of what’s typical here. One winter where I slid in to the creek at base of the sledding hill and had to walk home in my armor of frozen cloths and a second where the temp dived to well below zero.
Wow, no comments, yet, about the garlic. C’mon people, get yer garlic on!
Thanks to a wonderfully warm(er) autumn, my planted-almost-too-late garlic crop has had plenty of time to grow those necessary for winter roots. Last year it was quite the inverse: planted in time yet an early winter snow and freeze decimated my efforts - such is life on the left slope of the Rockies in Montana. Lost half that crop, and a couple varieties completely. I am looking to what appears in spring when I remove their winter blanket of mulch. Lord willing, there will be 400 plus nascent globes spread across a dozen varieties; and some elephant garlic to boot.
As for the bone chilling cold: having once lived to your east, I remember a few winters that could’a rivaled a bit of what’s typical here. One winter where I slid in to the creek at base of the sledding hill and had to walk home in my armor of frozen cloths and a second where the temp dived to well below zero.
Oh yeah, fun times.
Blessings Everyone.