These past few weeks have been rather eventful. My mid-October dental visit turned into my fourth “coronation”. Yes, friends, I now have 4 “high noble metal” crowns in my mouth. Go me. Note to self: next time you’re a child don’t eat so much freakin’ candy. Is it any more interesting that I got the permanent, golden crown cemented in just before going to vote? The nice thing is that my dentist has kept the price of golden crowns pretty constant over the past 5-10 years, despite the fluctuations in gold valuation.
Note, reader that the following photo is only connected to this “narrative” if you think it is. The posting process for me starts with a bunch of photos, between which text is “injected”. That explains it, right?
The other “October Surprise” was the “superstorm”. I can’t recall any storm ever having been named such, and though Sandy didn’t do much damage around here, her presence had some major impact. Firstly, my wife’s trip to South Carolina was moved ahead a few days, and thanks to the storm, the Monday I’d planned to work before starting a vacation was cancelled. The college was closed for two days. There were many power outages, as well as interruptions of telephone and internet service. Our power went out twice, but didn’t stay out for too long. A sickly poplar treetop broke off and landed on the fence around the horse pasture.
Not having internet for two days was no big deal since I was just finishing the 7th volume of the Dark Tower series by Stephen King as well as listening to a really good audio book called “By Blood“. One thing I really like about the audio books is that I can listen to them on my phone while I’m working in the garden. Though I have to make sure to thread the headphone wire securely under my shirt so as not to yank the earbuds out with a stroke of whatever long-handled garden implement is in use. That’s annoying.
I did lots of digging. LOTS of digging, cultivating and raking. It was the main form of exercise during my week off from work.
And of course, the planting of the garlic. Mostly it was planted on Halloween, but I decided to plant another batch the day after. First planted two beds of cloves from the largest heads harvested back in July, a total of 320 cloves at the 7″ spacing. After the insanity of the 484 cloves (and resulting 2 bushels yielded at harvest) you’d think I’d have learned my lesson. But there were these little mini bulbs I’d harvested from the bulbils planted last fall. In the photo below you can see that these bulbs are nicely proportioned but small at around 2″.
So that’s a grand total of 605 cloves planted. The insanity continues. I also planted these peculiar little rounds that were harvested in July from planting of some larger bulbils in the spring. Not sure what they’re going to do, but we’ll see. The other thing about the garlic planted where the tomatoes used to be is that garden patch, behind the barn and well fertilized with years of horse manure and bedding, is that there were tons of moles living there last summer. Probably they were enjoying the millions of earthworms that had proliferated the previous summer. I’ve heard that moles like to eat worms. I’m hoping the garlic will deter them. But maybe they’ll just eat it. Time will tell.
I’m tempted to say something about the election results, though I should know better. Republican friends, I’m sorry it didn’t turn out the way you’d hoped. Democrats love this nation as much as you do; please remember that as you rebuild your platform for 2016. The Us v. Them Syndrome is a terrible trap for all of us. A majority of the voters this year indicated they’re not all that concerned with gun control, abortions, gay marriage, immigration, or the post-WWII nostalgic yearning to be the greatest nation on Earth. We have many more pressing problems right in front of our faces.