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Garlic is magic. Plant it two inches deep, then cover it with compost and straw; do this in autumn, just before the ground freezes, and it will set roots and then go dormant for the winter. Like bears, it needs this cold dark period. Perhaps it is dreaming as the moist soil holds it in darkness as it sleeps until spring. Perhaps it is meditating, breathing with the frost heaves and tunneling mice.
Was it Einstein who said, “There are two ways to live: one is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
As we plant garlic on a cold fall day, leaves drop from trees to reveal naked branches before the winter; our own movement warms us more than the sun as chilling winds blow across the field; we push the cloves into soil, setting this cycle of rooting and hibernation into effect once more; this little bulb will sprout come spring, and I am sure once more that everything is a miracle.
I couldn’t agree more. The sight of those vibrant green garlic shoots pushing up through the mulch hay come spring, even as there’s still some snow on the rest of the yard, is as miraculous as anything I can think of.
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yes, especially when there is still snow on the ground!
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Miracle of garlic, I completely agree. I love your description of the warmth of movement in the blustery fall winds. Makes me miss Vermont! I just wrote about our own family’s journey with this amazing pungent root when we harvested in August. Getting ready to plant this week. http://cocoreinhart.wordpress.com/2014/07/25/garlic/ Perhaps you will enjoy reading. Blessings in your miracle!
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