Well, there it is—our yearly harvest of garlic. Think it’ll be enough? If it’s too much, you’ll know because my posts will start smelling of it. This batch has actually been drying inside the shoop; it’s just taken me a while to post the picture. Someday when we have time (say, in about a hundred years) we’ll clean it off and do whatever you have to do to preserve garlic. Don’t you just let it dry out to preserve it?
That might be something to do tonight, except that we’re going to pick apples from the tree behind the church. This batch will be for apple sauce. Then, it will be off to beddy-bye. I’m tired. I crawled into bed at midnight exactly last night, having attended the temple which is two and a half hours away in Spokane, and being awakened at 4:27 this morning by a terrific thunderstorm that kept us awake for an hour and three minutes (until my regular alarm went off) with its flashings and boomings. Hooray! It didn’t knock out the power this time, though. Rats.