Yesterday, I didn’t have time for any gardening exploits. It was snowing, anyway – that slushy kind, which is an uncomfortable nuisance. However, before we got on the train to go dancing, I did take a photo of the garlic which I planted as bulbils the autumn before last.
Over the summer, it got completely swamped by butternut squash, chard, nasturtiums and poppies, so I couldn’t see it. In fact, I assumed that the bulbils had failed to germinate.
They then got trampled on. I’d had the washing line over this stretch of garden and the spot where the bulbils were was handy for placing my feet whilst hanging out the clothes.
So, it is a surprise to me that they have grown and seem to be doing fine. They are perhaps spaced too close together but I’ve nowhere to move them to, so they will now have to stay where they are.
I’m certainly not keen on getting a spade out today. My legs are feeling the result of two hours’ dancing yesterday afternoon. A colleague of mine had suggested we try 5Rhythms, as there was a family day for children along with adults.
The church hall we were in had the most wonderful ceiling and with the lighting as it got dark I can’t describe how happy I felt whirling round the floor.