Excuse the terrible post title; you may remember my bad gardening post from December, when I planted garlic for the first time. I feared that I had left it far too late and it took a long time before any shoots appeared. They grew, but it was hard to tell if their late planting had unduly effected them until they were dug up. They're not exactly whoppers, but they are good and garlicky and, most importantly, they are ours.
Pictured here in my new vintage (I think) trug, purchased on our recent trip to Porlock. Big, bargainous and beauteous in equal measure.
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