In Vermont, right around when we gardeners harvest squashes, dig potatoes, beets and turnips, and watch the forecast to get all the tomatoes in before frost -- we're also planting. Garlic.
It's simple: Break apart heads of garlic, put each clove root end down in the chilly soil, with a few inches between cloves. One could do this in September; I rarely get to it until November. Sometimes the soil's already bladed with small sharp shards of ice.
Each of these garlic cloves becomes, eventually, a head. But not for awhile.
Hard to imagine the garlic's there, vital, hidden under feet of snow, for in Vermont, we may not see bare ground from December until April.
Look past America's Thanksgiving iteration, Pilgrims-Indians-turkey, and you'll find a praise-song lifted throughout the world: the harvest festival.
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