An onion row in March does not look like much to brag about. The plants are thin, blue-green, and a little awkward, each one a narrow tuft set into cold soil. They do not sprawl like squash, gleam like peppers, or make the quick promises of radishes. A young onion looks almost underbuilt for the job ahead. Then summer arrives…
Planting garlic in autumn feels a little like hiding dinner from yourself. You break a head apart, press the cloves into cooling soil, cover the bed, and then walk away just as the rest of the garden is slowing down. There is no instant green reward. No seed leaves. No tidy row of hopeful seedlings. Just papery cloves buried point-up…
