It happens every August, the freak out. I walk around the farm and I see all of those projects I had such high hopes for. Painting the barn, redoing a bit of lawn, fix the pond, trim the hedges...blah blah blah, there just isn't enough time left in the summer to do it all.
I took this photo of my garlic last week.
I don't harvest my garlic, I just watch it grow...I know I'm not supposed to let it flower like this but they're just so stinking cute. I really wanted to pick the scapes and use them is some kind of fancy dish, maybe even pickle some - I have a recipe saved on my computer.
Shucks, another thing to add to the August freak-out list.
The old Shelly wouldn't have taken this photo, at least I can share the pretty flowering garlic with blog-land..hey man, I might even dig some up tomorrow, you just never know.