garlic harvest

Come now, do not start calling my Farmer Kier, for that would be silly.

I am feeling pretty pleased with my garlic growing skills though. I mean, not everyone can plant garlic cloves in the fall and then dig them up the next summer. That is a skill, my friend, that is inherited, not learned. (Apparently my Grandpa decided not to pass on his beet growing abilities to me, humrphf.).

If I remember correctly, I planted 40 cloves last fall, and today I harvested 30 bulbs. That is a solid "C" if you care to grade my first garlic harvest. Not too shabby, not too shabby at all.

tenth avenue garden:: garlic

My goal for 2013 is to transform our lot in town into a beautiful edible organic garden. There is a lot of planning to do, probably even more so than I think, but it is all about taking small steps.

I began today with planting a few rows of garlic. This is my first time planting garlic, so I started with a very small crop, but might add a few more rows in the coming days before it gets too cold.



Maia went crazy for the hay, so I am going to have to fence in the small space in the garden with the garlic.





Ultimately, I would love to buy a sizable chunk of land in the country and be able to do all of this on a bit larger scale, and my dream would be to be able to focus on this full time. Imagine a beautiful old farm house, barn, a few out buildings, and a huge garden, small fruit orchard, and some goats and chickens for good measure.



Am I a total suburban girl living in a dream world?

Probably.

But a girl can dream, and will keep dreaming until it is reality. Until then, welcome to the 10th Avenue Garden, where a city girl learns how to farm in town.