I have harvested my garlic. When the bottommost pair of leaves gets dry and yellow, it's time.
On Monday morning I sat outside with the eastern sun toasting my back. I was wearing R's old "Dr Teeth and the Electric Mayhem" t-shirt. I peeled the dirty, spotty top layers off of the garlic. I set each shucked, bulbous pearl down on the deck. It was so beautiful: the tall withered stalks, pale gold; the shiny bottoms.
I haven't been this deeply proud over any other garden harvest. I'm highly happy with the whole process. It was "in-system", start to finish. Propagation? Check. No buying starts or seed. Watering? Check: It took no city water!
I put it in the ground at the right time, got out of its way, minded the soil, and nature did the rest.
(Oh, I also cut the scapes. That puts more energy into the bulbs. And it doubles the yield. :)
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