Garlic Harvest

I shift from hip to hip
in the shaded heat of July,
feel the hairs on my arms
catch bits of soil falling
from roots of the garlic
that must be trimmed
but not too much
for a second week
of curing for winter use.

The long stalks fall
settle around my feet
as I upend bulbs into pails
standing them on their heads.

One hundred and thirty bulbs
grew in November
spearing the air
before hard cold
sent them to sleep.

Now each bulb requires
the same gentle shaking
the same careful curing
the same slow carrying
to the next stage for curing.

But today the stalks fall
though most are green
where the scapes grew
until we cut them
and pounded them into
the lovely sweet green paste
that promised garlic to come.

Is there anything else
that sacrifices itself
twice in its life?

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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