sketches of my day May 2008 - Nov 2010

   September 21, 2008

Garlic

I think I will plant my garlic crop in clay pots this year. I am not sure where I heard this information, but I have always followed the “plant garlic when school starts and harvest when school ends” philosophy. It works for me here in the Deep South. Because of that “philosophy”, it takes up valuable garden space in the spring when it is time to plant tomatoes and cucumbers. Anyway, I have two really large clay pots that my dad used to put tomato plants in when he felt he was not able to turn over the soil and I shall try growing several pods of garlic in them. I plan to spend the bulk of my day in the yard today. There are, as always, many things I could do in the house, but I need a day immersed in Nature. It seems my mind is traveling to places it should not, cobwebby with downbeat thoughts, anxiety and trepidations. Nothing serious, just not where I want my thoughts to spend their limited time. There are plenty of weeds to pull and suckers to snip and dirt to turn over; enough to move me from this place to one of benefit, a place that nature can take me. I have already noticed little gifts from autumn; the cranberry colored seed pods from the magnolias, a scattering of golden leaves from the pear and tally trees, acorns from the oaks, a bit of color when I look at the woods from a distance, a new population of birds, and an occasional cool breeze from the north. I cannot choose a favored season (or a favorite color), but I am always so happy to greet the arrival of each one.

Till next time,

p.s.