My favorite crop

Today I finally got the garlic planted. I tend to plant garlic late every year, but due to the excessive rain, it went in even later. I'm not worried though, it doesn't really seem to matter, as long as you get it in before horrible winter weather.

It always seems like such a chore to plant, although it's getting less so as the years go by. I've been taking a much needed break from the garden for the last month or so and it was refreshing to get out there on such a beautiful day. Spread the compost, till the bed, rake it out, make furrows, separate the cloves, place them in the furrow, dig their hole and plant them in. Such methodical, repetitive work lends itself to the mind wandering to other things and I enjoyed going between a meditative state induced by the rhythm of the work and the flurry of thoughts that also pass through. Plans for next year, reflections of the season past, gratitude that I'll be able to check this task off my list.

The garlic won't mind that I planted it a bit late; all it cares about is that it has a nice long winter to hibernate, a soaking spring to awaken too, and long days of summer to thrive. Maybe that's why I like it so much, it's a lot like me!