A conversation

If you were a wild garlic plant plunked down in the middle of a city next to a sister garlic  what would you be talking about? These two plants appear to be deep into something heavy — one, gone to seed, over a certain age, a little long in the tooth, the other, on the cusp, ready to burst forth, filled with energy, but not sure what to do with it. These plants just appeared. I think they must be elephant garlic. It might be time to unearth them and divide them up. I can’t find any evidence in reading that they propagate from seeds — only the root, which we love to eat — but that just doesn’t seem right to me. Wish I had an answer. Anyone know anything?

A tasty garlic-filled confab

 

Follow the dots — or dirt

The resolution lasted two days and two hours: take off your shoes before you come in the house. That’s the secret to a clean house, right? Other than dogs, cooking, yanking vegetables straight from the dirt and bringing them inside to clean. Ah, the beauty of clean surfaces, fan blades, couch crevices, the bottom of table legs — especially  after the four-hour, deep-dish, paying-someone-to-help cleaning session. But what about when you’re late and you don’t have time to untie and kick those puppies off at the door? Or when you have to pee like a race horse? What about when you forget? Huh, what then?

Busted