While we were away, the garlic popped. It was planted last October, then mulched with hay, and spent all winter growing roots. Once the soil warms a little, garlic takes off. This past week it snowed every morning, and the garlic keeps growing. Yesterday we woke up with a new 2", so I said to hell with it and went snowboarding. Garlic originated in the Hindu Kush mountains of Afghanistan and India, a climate similar to ours with hot and dry summers and cold snowy winters. Olde timey wisdom says the robins will get snowed on 3 times before spring is here. This year they showed up with 6" still on the ground. From now on, I'll call spring once the garlic feels 3 snowfalls.
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