I planted a couple of heads last year, and in the fall nothing had happened. Fine, whatever. I just ignored it. Failure happens all the time in gardening. And since there's nothing to be done about it, one just chalks it up to bad weather/bad luck/bad timing/bad product and moves on.
The garlic chose to stay. I guess it spent winter chanting "I think I can!" like the Little Engine That Could. And here it is, tiny little cloves with sprouts coming up at the very first sign of warmer weather and sunshine.
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