Fall just very well be my favorite time of year. Yes, it's getting colder. Yes, my garden is barren and not growing a thing save the garlic Tate and I just planted (104 cloves of garlic to be exact). Yes, soon enough it will be so cold and blustery outside that going from the house to van or truck will be downright painful, but there is something in the air this time of year. Something, almost romantic about it even. I'm not sure what it is but I truly enjoy it.
We built our scarecrow earlier this week. I'm glad we got to do it, but it wasn't as fun and relaxed as last year because this year Becky wasn't home and I was trying to get dinner ready amid kids trying to finish homework. It was a busy night.
So as I said Tate and I planted garlic on Sunday. We planted 104 cloves which is about twice as much as last year. We used the biggest cloves that we had from last year leaving anything smaller for cooking. Four of the cloves were huge! These four came from our CSA share. I'm not sure what kind they are, but they sure were massive so we planted them. We shall see what we end up with come next summer.
First thing in the morning I'm moving the hens back to the chicken coop. Becky, Gram, and Mark Johnson all three warned me that winds in the 60 to 70 MPH range are expected tomorrow afternoon. YIKES!!!
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