The strawbs snuggle up under their fleece blanket:


As does the garlic:

And the lemon tree shivers inside its overcoat:

In five months time, it will be 35C.
Variety is the spice.
We bought our apartment in a Tuscan hill town because it had a generous, but long neglected, terraced garden. This is a largely pictorial story of our garden's evolution.
2 comments:
That Garlic looks to be hanging very good, What type do you have there? Chuck
Hi Chuck. I don't know the exact variety. I went down to the local agricolo - the agricultural supplies place - here in town and asked about seed garlic. They had two sorts available - red Italian, white Spanish. I got the red Italian. And, as I mentioned in the blog, I planted only the biggest, fattest and healthiest cloves. I kept the smaller ones for cooking.
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