Harvesting garlic with child

Remember when I planted garlic under my roses, then Jerry shattered me with the news that it was infected with some virus, and it was all doomed?

Well now I scoff!

Because I pulled it all up over the last week, and I have a bountiful garlic harvest. I don’t seem to be able to count the bloomin’ thngs without muddling myself up and losing track of where I’m up to, but I think I have about 150 bulbs of garlic.

I think that some of the garlic could have used a week or two more in the ground, but as they started to die off I had a nasty aphid infestation go through, and I didn’t want to spray them with anything, so I thought I’d  just get them out.

I started initially to hang the bulbs on one of those sock and underwear drying racks with lots of pegs, but I quickly ran out of room. I then moved onto the clothes lines under the cover of the car port.

Some of the garlic is huge.

Some of it is small.

But most of it is about the size of the stuff you get in the supermarket, and I’m really chuffed!

Now I promised you two exciting things this post, so hopefully I won’t disappoint. My slackness in posting lately is because I’m 12 weeks pregnant with #3. I’ve been super tired this time, but thankfully (miraculously) not sick! I’m taking every puke-free day with thankfulness, knowing it could change any time and I’ll be back to dehydration and hospitalisation like with the other two. They say every pregnancy is different, but I really didn’t believe it.

So I’m feeling enthused again, and as I’m home today with a quarantined  preschooler, I thought I’d replenish the rose bed after the garlic harvest. I’ve deadheaded the roses, fertilised with dynamic lifter and mulched heavily with Swanes Gro-cubes. This regime worked a treat last year, and when you’re onto a good thing…