When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.
Roll on, summer. Here’s some wild garlic.
Life through the Lens (4 April 2021)
Mister Bump
My "bump" was in 2016 when, aged 48, I suffered a stroke. This blog charts my recovery. (Header clipart licensed by pngguru.com.)
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Lovely pic. They had acres of this stuff planted around the chateau in our village. We think it was to disguise the smell from the fosse before mains drainage.
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I loved the smell when it was ripe, just like… garlic 🤣
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Yes it is.
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Beautiful pic!
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Thank you, Farida. Did you ever cook with it?
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I don’t recognize it. Is it a spice?
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No, I don’t recognise it either. I mean, I ate garlic, but I’m not sure anybody ever differentiated between that and “wild” garlic.
Not like, say, strawberries and wild strawberries.
I remember the flowers here smelled deliciously… of garlic, of course.
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This is so strange, don’t you think? I’m so used in seeing it off the plant that I don’t know how it looks in nature 🙂
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