There’s something primal about the rich scent of dark, freshly turned garden soil, even in October, when the warmth has left and the worms have drilled deep into the earth. I finally got a chunk of time to get outside and plant the garlic cloves that have been sitting on the counter for three weeks. They’re fat and crisp and no doubt will produce fat, crisp bulbs of fragrant garlic next June. I actually added some duck compost to the hole I dug and nestled them into the cool soil, stomped them in well (don’t know if those &^^$!  rampaging squirrels like a soupçon of seasoning with the tulip bulbs they so vigorously uproot. One of the little buggers was watching me from a distance. Probably…

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