We're wearing double black armbands today. Of course it is a sad day for the whole world tomorrow as we farewell Queen Elizabeth II.
I don't want to trivialise the seriousness of that occasion, but today has also marked the passing of our final ever crop of garlic. We will never try growing it again in this garden. After a couple of years of getting the rust we thought we could beat it this year with a strict spray regime, earlier planting and wider spacing but, alas, it was not to be.
Our garlic once again succumbed to the rust - is it in the soil? In the air? Stuck to my gardening gloves? Who knows - but we were truly devastated when we pulled out the 60 bulbs today and laid them to rest in the portabin.
We have not given up entirely though. We plan next year to plant our garlic at our son and his partners lifestyle property 100 k's away from our rust infected garden.
We will pay them of course - in garlic.