My garlic is growing.
The garlic cloves I planted just before an icy rainstorm some weeks ago have emerged in their containers. Besides the shy fellow holding up the wall, three other tips may be seen just peeking through the mulch cover on the left-hand side of the container, looking like pale, almost white arrows.
Even after 20 years of gardening, I still get a thrill from seeing plants do what they are supposed to do. And in damp, dreary December, it’s especially heartening.
