Last fall I planted 80 heads of garlic out of a pile I got from my farmer Chris Yoder at Vanguarden Farm. I like his garlic because it’s got big cloves, not so much peeling. Back in the fall I was feeling behind schedule when I didn’t have my garlic in the ground by early October like my neighbors up the street did. I think I didn’t get mine in until almost the end of the month. But we had a really really warm winter, and their garlic sprouted and then got killed off by frost. Mine survived - probably some combination of my late planting and the thick bed of mulch (just leaves) I laid down over it. Actually, probably the most important factor was that this is a hardy hard-neck garlic meant for colder climates. I think theirs was soft-neck braiding garlic.
Anyway, here’s what my garlic bed looks like today after I pulled back the mulch and added about 2 inches of compost where the mulch used to be.
Looks good, right! Well, just so you don’t go thinking my whole garden looks like that… Here’s the rest of the garden (this is the one at Oakdale St), with the garlic way in the back:
Yikes! I didn’t do a very good job cleaning up last year. Actually I didn’t do any cleaning up last year at all. The stems of my mostly failed brussels sprouts crop are still there. That stuff that looks like grass is a diabolical weed called Star of Bethlehem. It actually kind of looks like baby garlic, with a soft little bulb underground and grass-like leaves. I tried eating some, it doesn’t taste good. Too bad, because I could practically live off of the stuff that’s growing in my garden. It only grows 6 or 8 inches tall and makes very pretty little flowers, but as you can see it spreads like crazy. Each bulb surrounds itself with a ring of little bulblets. The bulbs can be a foot down in the soil and will still send up leaves and flowers. If you just pull out the leaves and not the bulb this stuff just laughs at you. I did that in one section just a few days ago and today there was more than 2 inches of new growth on those plants. You have to dig out the whole plant, and often when you try to, you sever the leaves from the bulb, or when you pull the bulb out it just scatters its little bulblets around and laughs at you again. This is a genius of a plant. Actually, the garlic patch is also full of it, I have not been taking this stuff seriously enough in my garden the last couple of years. I really should have combed through it before I planted the garlic, getting every last weed out. Now all I can do in the garlic patch is pull at the leaves, since digging down to excavate the weedy bulbs would destroy my garlic patch. That’s going to be pretty challenging. I am not a great weeder.
I am actually a pretty bad gardener all around, despite my enthusiasm for the subject. Last year I also grew garlic, but I didn’t go cut the scapes off when I should have. They got all tall and straight and woody before I finally cut them, the result being that I couldn’t eat the scapes, and I got really small heads of garlic. This year I will do better, I swear. How could I mistreat such a good-looking garlic patch?
The difference between my two community garden plots is also pretty apparent to me. At the BUG garden, there is this ridiculous abundance. We have a gigantic mound of compost. I probably moved more compost in my garden plot at the BUG garden than the whole pile that was delivered to Oakdale. My plot at BUG is nearly three times as big as Oakdale, and it gets full sun, where the Oakdale garden is shady for half the day. My BUG garden plot, like all the many plots there, has its own little water spigot, which is an unbelievable luxury to me. At the Oakdale garden, we use a hose off a neighbor’s house. We have to walk around the block to turn the water on and off, and there’s only one hose, which you drag over to your plot to water. Someone in the BUG garden even left behind a pile of soaker hoses, which I had been planning on buying from Gardener’s Supply (they’re a co-op). They were just sitting around and I asked if I could use them and the answer was sure. I was about to spend maybe 60 bucks on some of those! The other day the Food Project was looking for a place to dump their extra spinach and cilantro seedlings and where did they go? THE BUG GARDEN. There are five trays of seedlings, hundreds of plants, plants people actually really want and like to eat, just for the taking. The BUG garden has a clean and tidy tool shed stocked with multiples of lots of tools, while the Oakdale garden has a janky little shed with doors you can barely open, there are lots of tools in there, but most of them are not the ones you need. We don’t even have a wheelbarrow, we borrow one from a neighbor, or move dirt around in 5-gallon buckets like I was doing today. BUG garden has like 5 wheelbarrows and only one is broken. Not to mention the social life over there.
I have been thinking a lot about the difference between these two gardens and what makes it so. Seems like the very biggest factor is scale. The Oakdale garden has only 10 or so garden plots, and each one is small, so there are fewer gardeners, and each one has less work to do and spends less time there. The BUG garden must have 30 or more plots, and most of them are pretty huge, so you have to spend a lot of time there taking care of it. Most of the time in the Oakdale garden I am the only one there, while at BUG there’s always someone else, often many people. There are also multiple places to hang out, and a play area for kids. This is all about scale - all of this is only possible because it’s a bigger site with more room for more and bigger plots, and more gardeners paying dues ($25 per year at each site) to pay for things like 2 dumptruck loads of purchased compost! Unthinkable!
Argh, I feel so bad for shit-talking my community garden at Oakdale Street! I really love it, it’s a magical place that I feel really connected to. I got my plot there because one day, years ago, I was waking by with a friend, admiring the berry bushes and grapes. Tracy, the garden coordinator, was there and offered to put my name on the waiting list. I put my name down but she didn’t call me for two years! I had moved out of the neighborhood (only some blocks away but not as near as before) but still wanted to be a part of this amazing garden. I thought I was the luckiest person ever. Now I feel terrible because the new garden has all the things I love about the Oakdale garden, just bigger, and with more of everything, and more space for everything. It seems obvious that I should give up my plot there and let someone else have it. But I also want to help make Oakdale a really awesome, well-functioning community garden too, and have a place to grow a lot of garlic, of course.




