Today was insane. It was gorgeous. It was like the entire world was as excited that March is over as we were. Look! The daffodils along the side of our house just busted out today:
Even though we know that it’s technically not garden season quite yet (you’re supposed to go by the last frost, which is conventionally thought of as April 15 in these parts), we couldn’t resist. It was time to have something going for reals in Maple Hoo’s vegetable beds. We turned our attention to the garlic.
Since it’s a bulb, garlic should be planted in the fall, and we made it cozy and warm under a thick blanket of straw for the winter. Because we have a rampant squirrel problem, we decided to discourage all vermin from digging up the garlic by covering the whole thing up with chicken wire. As the weather’s been warming up, and the aforementioned daffodils and their bulby brethren have been sprouting, so too is the garlic. And our tiny babies are starting to chafe in their little wire prison.
Our task today, on a warm, humid evening, was to take off the caging and remove the straw, which was all delightfully soaked after a couple of rainy days. We were gobsmacked to see what lay beneath:
It looks like every single bulb of garlic that we planted has sprouted. This is an astonishing success rate for us; for all that we talk a big game, we are really amateurish gardeners. Our approach is pretty much to toss shit in the ground and see what grows. So we’re stunned that underneath all that straw… everything was growing.
There’s plenty of time for all kinds of things to go wrong, and plenty of time for squirrels to ruin our lives, but for right now, we feel Springishly flush with success. And now we have something to watch every day when we walk past the garden, which is, ultimately, what the fun of this whole venture is.