Summer Full Summer Moon
The garlic harvest is in the shed drying. The mature bulbs now lie, a bit dirty, on an old screen I use for drying vegetables we intend to store. It was a good harvest and, if last year is a rule, it is enough garlic to last us the full year until next July. Some of these bulbs, about half, come from cloves I grew two years ago. Very satisfying.
I dug up a bit of a potato plant to see if they’re ready to harvest for new potatoes, but they are not.. The potatoes ranged from tiny, about the size of the tip of my little finger, to one that would cover about half of my palm. The last time I grew potatoes was on my farm, The Peaceable Kingdom. One fine September evening I took a hit of mescaline and lay among the potatoes, the sky blue overhead. The potatoes grew, visibly, as I lay there, shaking gently and rising slowly from the soil. I could feel the tubers beneath me swell. It was a direct and wonderful connection to a garden. Wish the rest of the time had been that pleasant.
Moving stuff around in the basement so Jon can build us a wall for our storage cellar. That’s next.
