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 thorny thistles—the weed intruders—while admiring the thick garlic stems, with their promise of good-sized bulbs in a few more weeks. Sure, a string of heavy rain days 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!
