|High headed Amish horse|
It's getting late to plant garlic here and we were getting desperate for some sets.
The boss called about everywhere he could think of and didn't find so much as a clove until he called an orchard....not too far from here, but not "our" orchard...and found that they had a few pounds left.
We made plans to stop along the way at "the garlic lady" because they have the best we have ever grown. However usually she is sold out by this time of year.
We hit it lucky both places. At the garlic lady we bought some huge bulbs of the mild, sweet kind we love.
At the orchard we bought some rather small Russian garlic and some really nice squash and got to talk to the owner for a bit.
He is perhaps the most traveled person I have ever met. A highly trained orchardist and farmer he has traveled the world for decades sharing his knowledge. He was kind enough to share a few tales with us today, which was a lot of fum.
We heard about Nepal and Lebanon and Israel. And Liberia, Egypt, Kazakhstan and other places I can't bring to mind. We heard about customs, food and drink, ideas, planes, and how small the world has become.
He kept telling me that I need to ramble, to travel, to get out and see. And I kept thinking, no....thank you, but no...I am thrilled to listen, to read, to learn, but I haven't worn out the USA yet in my mind...I think I'll stay.
But thanks. It was fun. And we will enjoy the squash and plant most of the garlic....some of those giant cloves are going to get eaten this fall....it is too good to resist.