Once again, the garlic planted by my husband, who passed away 14 years ago, is starting to flower.
In recent years, there has been a lot of damage caused by wild boars and deer, and garlic is no exception.
After finishing mowing the grass in the morning, my eye was suddenly caught by the garlic standing upright.
There was a calm and gentle scene I had never seen before as the early summer breeze blew.
Thank you God for the calm.
