It felt amazing to have the energy (and the stomach) to get my hands in the ground again. The sun was bright, the air was crisp, and oak leaves crunched under our feet. We absorbed the season with great delight.
We might not have a massive fall crop underway (this year), but now we have two beds of garlic.
What a wonder that when we unearth the many bulbs in the summer, I'll have a little babe strapped to me. That makes my heart skip a beat.
This morning wasn't just about planting garlic. Questions and conversations sprouted as we quietly dug, seeded, and covered. Ponderings of little people had space to be voiced and talked about. Small hands touched the seeds that will produce, in time, bulbs that will be pulled up and used to nourish growing bodies. Those hands will practice braiding as we prepare the garlic to dry. Fine motor skills will be honed, and I look forward to what will be talked about as we braid those garlic heads in the summer.