[growth] "oh no you don't," I said, crossly...

[kaberett]

... to the thing that appeared to be grass growing up through my planted-out cut-price live-baby-salad-leaves, when I stepped onto the patio just now -- full moon or thereabouts shining down serenely -- to retrieve something from the garage (we have a garage) and to pick some tomatoes for tomorrow's lunch. (The fact that my patio tomatoes are still happily ripening up, while sat on the patio, in late October, is... Another Matter.)

So I picked it, and I picked another of it, and I was reaching for the third when I thought "... hold on a second, everything suddenly smells of garlic."

I tasted, cautiously, the "grass blades" I had just broken off.

... the wild garlic I brought back from the Mouldering Ancestral Pile way back at the beginning of the year, as I was passing through Plymouth for my pre-op consultation with my top surgeon? That I planted in a trough, watched shrivel up sulkily, and then exasperatedly planted some cut-price live-baby-salad-leaves on top of, in the vague expectation that I would probably actually see them again?

Like wheat that springeth green, indeed.

Comments

[kaberett]

(Mama refused to ever let the stuff in the house on account of its pungency. It's rather taken over the terrace in the years since then; this suits A just fine, because it means that when we go down to Cornwall I do a significant amount of weeding and then feed him the results.)

[alexseanchai]

:D :D :D :D :D

[cadenzamuse]

<3

[davidgillon]

Heh!

[vass]

Nice. :D

[rydra_wong]

\o/ \o/ \o/

In my experience, once it's established itself, it's incredibly resilient (and a joy to have).

[kaberett]

Indeed - I'm just very used to it in a Cornish context and climate, and I treated it rather cruelly when transporting it upcountry (like: just got my mum to stick some of it in a carrier bag for me, then had a lengthy several train journeys with a medical appointment in the middle), so I wasn't certain it had managed to get established! But here I appear to be, with a little bit of home in my lunch. :-)

[highlyeccentric]

That would be more logical if... it were actually spring...

[kaberett]

It is possible that climate change is moving us ever further toward the Turkish seasons of "first blossoming" and "last blossoming" instead of the English "spring" and "autumn" :-/

[sfred]

Hurray!

[judiff]

Yay! for springy resilent garlic

In our old flat, back when we had SylviaCat, she liked to sleep in a patch of wild garlic. So like when she woke up again you'd suddenly get a suprise, fluffy, garlic-crouton creature like sneaking up to you for a snuggle...

[kaberett]

oh dear :D

[fyreharper]

Hee! Surprise fluffy garlic-crouton creature!