After being outfitted with tiny GPS units all 25 of our chickens, including one rooster, safely transversed the 40 miles between St. Cloud and our farm.  This is truly amazing, especially considering that the little feathered varmints only flutter off the ground a few feet.  As you can imagine, they were famished and dehydrated by their strenuous journey and more than a little disoriented.  Jerry welcomed them to their new home, the luxurious “OVOMOBO,” which strangely resembles a piece of theatrical scenery.  Jerry and I feasted upon their oval treats just this morning, although we’re still waiting for that rooster to crow.  Maybe he’s just being polite thus far.

Brandon, Jace, Jerry, Bradon

About two thirds of the garlic is out of the ground and hanging in bundles from the rafters of the shed.  It is curing for long term storage as several fans and a cranky old dehumidifier do their job.  I’m using lots of fresh cloves daily.

My niece Kaydee spent a month with us building a root cellar where, no, the garlic will not be stored.  (Don’t keep it in the dark too long.  For more particulars see my video “I LIKE GARLIC” www.youtube.com/watch?v=SlgP9alY34c) It still needs dirt filled in around the walls and over the roof and some major landscaping, but it will become a great place for our root vegetables to store through the colder months.  What an amazing and knowledgeable and adventurous young woman Kaydee is!  

THE GARLIC DIVA, Ms. Kitty Karn returns to the Minnesota Garlic Festival on August 13th.  (www.mngarlicfest.com) I’ve a brand new song for her to sing, which tells her strange but true story.  Vampires are not the only creatures who live for a very, very long time!  Here are some of the lyrics:

I have had many lovers for I’ve lived many life times. 

The strangest lover’s story is one that I was in. 

His cape so black. His skin so white. He cut a figure fine and dashing. 

I could have loved a man like him, except for one small fault. 

O! Poor sweetheart, fearful of the sunlight. Out at midnight. 

I learned that night why we always had to meet by moonlight. 

It was not love. It was the blood he would suck from me. 

So I grabbed my bulbous garlic. He screamed “Put down the garlic.” 

He wilted from my garlic. My breath is is so strong when I sing this song: 

Aglio e  la voce! 

Come dance with me and sing with me and share the feast of  garlic!

Come dance with me and sing with me and share the feast of  garlic!

Aglio e  la voce!

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