We harvested the garlic on Saturday. Garlic is funny, not ha-ha funny, but funny in that strange way that you have to figure out when it's time to harvest them. I looked out Saturday morning and noticed that the leaves were definitely turning brown. More than half were splayed out, no longer standing tall and green. It seemed like it might be time. But then again the weather has been WEIRD. Last weekend it was so hot it was absolutely hellish, but by Thursday the temps were down in the 60s during the day and 40s at night. What's a garlic to do?
So, we harvested all the soft-necks and about half the hard-necks. It was obvious when we pulled the bulbs from the ground that some of the cloves had already separated and were past their optimum time, but most were perfectly ready. So we put them in the wheelbarrow and moved them over to the sauna, where we're letting them dry out and perfect their garlic-ness.
We still have tomato, pepper, and eggplant to plant that we started from seed. There's already a summery lusciousness about the yard, despite the weird weather. Everyday we go out just waiting to be surprised by something new that's budding, flowering, or fruiting.
It's a summer in the time of climate change.