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  • This morning I got up early to harvest the garlic. I wanted to lay it out in the sun today while it is still mild, before the high heat and humidity of tomorrow.

    Also, yesterday when I dug the first bulb, it was so perfect-- big as a child's fist and tight, with many large cloves. It was time to dig, before the cloves start pulling away from each other.

    The 43 bulbs on their long stalks will lie in the sun today, and then tomorrow I will move them to a place in the barn where they will hang for a few weeks and dry. This type has a hard neck, so it can't be braided, but it can be trimmed and kept in a cool dark place-- if I don't use it first.

    I planted the garlic last October under two inches of soil and 10 inches of dry grass. Clove by clove I planted it. The company from which I bought the "seed" said to treat it gently and remember it is alive.

    Even now, I will let it rest and dry until the dirt comes off easily. I will not bang it against the cart or let it fall to the barn floor. I will remember that it is alive and it can bruise.

    All day at work I've enjoyed the slight scent of garlic on my hands.
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