Garlic Harvest

Sunday was our much-anticipated family garlic harvest. (Believe it or not we were wearing sweatshirts and hats on Sunday night . . . Hard to believe in the heat we’re having now!) These little people help the harvest go so smoothly! We were able to pull, clean, and spread out over 200 heads in less than an hour. (And I didn’t do much more than take photos!) I write about garlic every year. The magic of growing this glorious plant just grows and grows, especially as I watch our children come to love this tradition as much as Jeffrey and I do. These beauties are the great-great grandchilren of the Meadowlark garlic Jeffrey and I planted the fall after we were married, 13 years ago.

“Side!”

Our little garden helper would be content to stay outside all day long. Whenever we come back in, he moans “Side! Side!” and points at the door.

When Jeffrey was about Wallace’s age, he said the same thing so often that his nickname became “Side”!

59 :: Out in the Mist

It is one of those days when the sky never clears and the mist hangs low and everything is wet. The last day of February. It smells like spring but we are not fooled because six inches of snow are predicted to fall tomorrow.

And so, we go outside and play in the puddles.