On Sunday, I realized I really needed to harvest our garlic. It seemed rather early, and I never did see any scrapes, but everything I read said when it falls over and browns it is time to harvest. Pooka and I went to work. We did this rather early, so Pooka was out there in her nightgown digging. You could not of found a happier child
|Garlic has fallen over|
|Fresh from the ground|
Daddy tied them together and hung them in the garage. The smaller set behind them is the first time I harvested and you can see a size difference between the two.
|Time to wait for the rest|