The pot where the wild garlic was being stored, after its removal from the original bed (in order to get rid of ground elder and in readiness for the day lilies), didn’t have big enough drainage holes in it. Thus, with our damp autumn into winter, the pot was constantly waterlogged.
Every time I poured the water out there was a decidedly pungent garlic smell but nothing like the one today, when I finally planted the wild garlic in the new bed by the back door. I’d been holding off planting the garlic, as I didn’t want it to be disturbed by the rats. But since they have stopped being active (in that bed), it seemed appropriate that the garlic moved in instead.
Now, I hope I’ve been in time to salvage it before it rots. It might like it damp but I’m not sure it will have liked being constantly submerged!
Fingers crossed!
Thank you!
I hope it survives …
Thank you, Carole.
I also hope for its survival
Thank you, Derrick.
Good luck with that garlic!
Thank you, Julie.
Hi Helen, I do hope it succeeds for you. And today I wanted to wish you a merry Christmas, hope you are enjoying a happy day.
Thank you, Agnes. Merry Christmas to you and best wishes for 2019. How is your winter in Ireland rather than Malta?
Well Helen I do miss the colourfulness of the winter in Gozo very much, the people, the nature, the different culture. But here I have my precious grand children and I am enjoying those to the full this winter. 🙂
Yes, that must be good! Enjoy your time with the grandchildren, Agnes 😊.
🙂 will do!
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