Garlic

ANZAC Day and  the weather in Melbourne is perfect; sunny and 21 C. The large garlic bulb I saved from last's year's tiny crop of 3 plants is sprouting, telling me the time has come to plant garlic again. I chose the four biggest cloves for my Farnham St. plot; no room for more. I haven't quite decided what to do with the remainder so I am storing them in the shed in damp coconut peat for a few days. I think I might plant the smallest cloves in a pot and harvest the green shoots for winter salads. Pat is preparing a communal garlic bed under the Lemon Scented gum tree so the rest might end up there. I'll wait and see where they are most needed. The purple garlic in the middle is left over from organic garlic I bought for our other garden; more about that in a later blog post. I have just come back from measuring that garden to the last inch, literally, as I have scaled  graph paper marked out in inches. I can tell you, translating the measurements using my metre ruler into a foot x foot  planting grid gave my brain a good work-out. Whilst walking the dogs today Thomas and I saw an Egret, a rabbit and a fox; I don't know if that is a good thing as foxes hunt rabbits but also native water birds.Perhaps it will all balance itself out.