Fall is the time to plant garlic. Weekend rains – the first substantial moisture we’ve had in months it seems – left everything fresh and sweet smelling and ready to start anew.
The last couple of years I’ve planted garlic from my previous harvest. This year I am trying some glorious garlic from a family farm in the Twisp River valley. Each head was almost a handful!
Raindrops on a leek
Uh oh, Ken has my camera now.
Luna watched from the patio garden near the house.
The garlic is planted and fertilized with horse manure from the base of Patterson Mountain and mulched with straw from a demolished straw bale building up in Lost River.
A few of the red potatoes; there are still many more to dig
The biggest spud!
Fall colors in the Methow Valley
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