Garlic

Planting garlic is an easy chore, if you are able to do it without interruption. Around here, it means old needy cat, Monty has to shadow me and if that is not good enough, jump up and actively supervise the proceedings.

Meanwhile, Jake has smelled a rat – literally! He has dug a hole bigger than he is, in ten minutes flat. Wait until Roger sees it! I see the little rodent hop out of one of the three entrances to its burrow and disappear into the long grass.

Getting back to the planting – I bought extortionist priced garlic from the local garden centre, poked 5cm deep holes, 5cm apart in my ex kiwifruit plastic lined bin, garden bed. (It is raised to apparently stop the dog running it. No one told the cat.) My puny sized crop of last year should be ashamed and I am hoping that in December, I will harvest superior sized garlic bulbs... cat forbidding.