As a foot tall (30cm) version of myself, I can imagine strolling down the straw-mulched path between garlic beds, under the arch of slightly menacing leaf blades, stepping over dandelion leaves and dodging spiny thistles—the weed intruders—admiring the thick garlic stems, promising good-sized bulbs in a few more weeks. Sure, a few days of steady rain could leave the ground waterlogged and the garlic likely ruined for storage. It’s happened to me before. But somehow, I don’t think it will, not this year!
