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Back on June 25, I harvested my garlic. It never sent up scapes, the little curly sprouts that shoot up and make bulbils. I kept waiting and waiting. After last year’s tiny harvest I bought and read a book about … Continue reading
Back on June 25, I harvested my garlic. It never sent up scapes, the little curly sprouts that shoot up and make bulbils. I kept waiting and waiting. After last year’s tiny harvest I bought and read a book about … Continue reading