We're on the verge of another winter now, and I can't help but feel a bit nervous as I gaze across mulched fields lying still and quiet beneath winter skies. I suppose all farmers know the feeling. But I suppose the garlic will survive and flourish again this winter despite all Nature's surprises and all my thoroughly human anxieties. Indeed, I don't seem to be psychologically prepared for real winter yet. But the garlic--it's just ended its period of natural rest and started its season of growth.Encouraging words, these, and just at the right time. I'm not ready for winter yet, either. But there's something deeply satisfying, even moving, about the idea that the garlic I planted last month is already starting its odyssey towards next summer.
Still, at the first opportunity this weekend you better bet I'll be out there, spreading the mulch.