Our weekends are hot and placid, and we spend most of our time tending to the garden in the early part of the day, before the daily afternoon thunderstorm rolls in. On Sunday, we harvested garlic. I wore my hat, which is fully intended to transform me into a replica of my mother. I think it’s working.
Guion deserves all the credit for this bountiful harvest. This is our second year growing garlic, and I’m increasingly convinced that it’s the best and most practical backyard crop.
The summer is lovely and peaceful, but I’m excited for a bit of reprieve with the much cooler temperatures in Reykjavik and the wild surrounding areas. Stories and photos to come.