Garlic season is upon us, and the white fluffy flowers can be seen along the
roadside, bobbing and swaying their heads in the warm breeze.
roadside, bobbing and swaying their heads in the warm breeze.
We turned a corner on our search for the canoeing park, when we were
pleasantly surprised by a roadside barn full of heavenly, hanging garlic.
pleasantly surprised by a roadside barn full of heavenly, hanging garlic.
The sight of these 3 farmers was irresistible.We had to pull over.
The garlic is heaped onto a long truck-bed, and then gently laid intobunches along the long, skinny table.
I have never seen someone care for garlic in such a waythat the whole process becomes meditative and beautiful.
After the bunches are lined up, they are strung up about every foot or soand hoisted with a pulley system up into the rafters of the barn to dry.
And then back to fields we drove.Merci
I've come here after Denise mentioned you at Chezus. This is a gorgeous post on garlic. Beautiful photos. A few years ago I was in the north of Spain and we came across a village where every spare piece of land was planted with garlic. The smell was intoxicating.
ReplyDeleteGreat story of the whole garlic drying process told by these lovely photos. The pulley system is so simple but so effective. When you were little, the Frisbies would come down to our barn every June and hang their strung- up garlic from the rafters to dry for a month or so. I would often walk over to the barn for no reason other than to breathe in the earthy smell of the plants. The "rent" for use of the barn was a good supply of organic garlic that we savored all year. These photos have motivated me to plant garlic this fall. Isn't it wonderful to just stumble into these little unexpected country happenings?
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ReplyDeletemmm that looks wonderful! Bring some home for us!
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