It was my dad who taught me to identify weeds when they were just sprouting and the value of leaves in soil building. These lessons are just two of the many of my dad's instruction (known to my brothers and sister as lectures) that I absorbed into my very being.
Looking back, it's easy to see where I first stepped onto this garlic path. But it was the words of my dad saying "you could do this" as he handed over his garlic mantle , that set my feet in motion. He was battling cancer and didn't have the strength to do much of anything else. I had no idea back then, that I too would gladly let garlic dictate the comings and goings of my days. It's a good thing garlic is only demanding a few times of the year. Or the recluse side of my nature would totally take over. Thankfully, garlic is a great venue for my gregarious nature to shine. That was the beginning back in 2005, when I turned a family tradition into Annie's Garlic.
I remember when he dug out all the strawberries to make room for more garlic. I thought he was crazy. But now I too, have the same crazed passion. Just this past year, I gave my best garden soil to a garlic variety that I have shunned for years. But I don't want to talk about that, since now I don't have room to plant broccoli, or green beans, eggplant, or peppers, etc. etc. It's hard enough admitting I have so many of my dad's characteristics. I blame it all on the garlic.