I generally wake without an alarm. For months now 6:00 has been the time, but today it was 5:30. Maybe the seedlings woke me wanting a morning drink. No bother. I don’t mind getting up and the sunrise was beautiful.
I culled more garlic, this time from the perimeter of the garden (where I plant garlic cloves each fall following the pattern of the gardener before me). Looks like a few complete bulbs remained in the ground after last years harvest, as there were four clumps of garlic stalks where only single stalks should be. I want only one in each spot so they have room. I hope that by pulling the others I didn’t damage the roots of the remaining stalks. Always a risk as roots interlace with the roots of close neighbors.
The seedlings started indoors are enjoying/enduring trips into the sun each day to harden off. This is a step I too often rush or ignore completely. Without it, seedlings are soft and will have a rough shock when transplanted. Sun and wind are more harsh than florescent lights and still indoor air. This year I am doing better, watching the tender young’uns throughout the day and taking them in if the sun or the wind is too much. It is a labor of love.
I am enjoying the rituals of waking, pedaling, tending gardens (in silence) and walking Frida. I feel moored.
Happy Friday. Enjoy your day.