We’ve been blessed this week with a few warm days…Indian Summer. This morning seemed like the perfect time to plant my garlic. Last year I bought some garlic from the local farmer’s market. It’s a hardneck variety, supposedly heirloom. I didn’t pay enough attention to get the name, but when Fall rolled around last year I wondered if I’d have any luck planting some of that garlic. Sure enough, I did. It came up this Summer and I imagine we’ll be eating what I harvested well into Winter. It’s so juicy and aromatic…the garlic fills the room whenever I use it in a recipe. So, with Fall quickly fading and a beautiful morning at hand, it was time to plant. I cleared away some of the weeds and left-over plants that had died back with our first hard frost to make room for the cloves. The birds were singing and flying overhead almost as if they wished, like I did, that it was Spring. But, soon the snow will fly and when Winter finally subsides, the first thing to greet me in the garden will be the garlic I planted on this warm Indian Summer morning.