Yeehhhaaawww! A giant cloud of guilt has lifted. I finally planted the garlic that has been sitting around, seemingly humming in a kind of bored way, waiting to be planted. My mother and kids had bought two bags of organic cloves for me as a gift. For several weeks they sat in their paper sacks, surrounded by a force field of guilt. Would I actually plant them - or get lazy and turn them into garlic bread?
Anyhow, I finally found time and energy to plant them. I planted the garlic in the large Smart Pots, that had held my potatoes, just weeks before. I took full cloves and I broke them up, choosing the fattest segments and planting them, pointed end skyward, approximately two inches beneath a mixture of soil and compost.
I have to tell you that I'm even more excited by the garlic scapes (the beautiful, twirly-whirly green shoots that emerge in the spring) than the actual potential garlic. Pesto made from garlic scapes is one of the best things I have ever eaten.