Garlic Dreams

Mary & Abigail

Garlic is magic. To be planted now in November, garlic heads must be split into cloves; each clove when pressed into soil will mature into a head of garlic containing many cloves—one will make ten—a get-rich-quick scheme, growing garlic is.  The cloves we plant this fall will be harvested next July; of that crop, some garlic will be eaten and some will be sold and some will be kept for planting next fall.  So grows garlic and our green dreams compound like interest.

I had Hans plow and disc the field where the sheep over-wintered last year.  This is where we will plant the garlic this week; this coming winter the sheep will be kept in another field, the following year we will plant the garlic there in  the soil  they made rich for us.  On this farm, the garlic follows the sheep around.

We have 100's of pounds of garlic heads that must be split into cloves.  Last Saturday I brought  3 crates to New York so the stand staff, Andrea, Nina, Mary and Abigail, could split it when they weren't selling yarn or lamb.

I'm lucky, I can't help it, I'm evil and I confess I lied  to the staff when I said the name of the garlic they were splitting was German White when its real name was Truth Serum. 

But Mary and Abigail did seem to be have a good afternoon telling the truth to one another.  And by the power of sheep, we should have some Truth Serum for you next July, but if you're keeping a secret, we recommend the German White garlic instead.