Mondays are my early days at work. I was driving home, thinking about how I wanted to plant garlic this fall and hadn't gotten around to it. I read that it's supposed to be in by November 15th in Maine. Defeated, I thought "next year.". But, on a whim, I decided to pull into a farmstand on my way home. If there was garlic there, it was meant to be and I'd scurry to get it in the ground. Yup, there it was "Our own Maine grown garlic". Just for me.
Four bags down, I think I have one to go at the other house. I popped it in the barn for now, taking some for the garlic. (and I need to show you more of this gorgeous barn, don't I?!).
I wonder what animals this barn and the fields will hold? (While my little guy is planning where his live kangaroos will live in the barn).