Inchelium red (below) and German hardy garlic
I suppose it cannot be called a tradition if it’s only the second time I am doing it, but on New Year’s day I planted some more garlic in the greenhouse. Last year I found some nearly-sprouty cloves and said “the hell with it” and threw them in an unused greenhouse bed without really thinking much about the consequences. They ended up being gigantic. Seriously huge, apple-sized bulbs. All garlic is now getting the greenhouse treatment.
My one honest garden tradition that I have is that I like working in the greenhouses (or garden, weather permitting) on each and every holiday. Solstice came cold and blowy and I turned the compost piles. Christmas, though frozen, was a greenhouse weeding day! Thanksgiving was a seed-planting day. And New Year’s found me with a trowel in my hand. Considering how much these gardens do for us, this tiny bit of cultivating is my way of saying thanks, of reconnecting a tiny bit with this good earth.
Then I grab what I can for a feast!!