In Texas all I ever grew was dust, okay lavender. Here stick it in the ground and it grows, which makes me less sure that zombies are a myth, but that's a tale for another post, so even I can grow stuff...like the aforementioned garlic.
My niece, the CPA, is a Garlic festival aficionado and goes to the festival every year and two years ago she brought me a gift of garlic, in a cute little bag complete with instructions for planting and raising.. I, secure in my "Black Thumb" planted the little cloves and brought forth...more garlic. This is a good thing 'cause I do love garlic and now I have the joy of eating my own, hand-raised garlic.
So before I threw down the gauntlet at you, I did my own "Work with what you got and don't wait on inspiration thingy" and took some pictures of a whole glass full of garlic.
Now I did run them through the photo processing program, but the effect is kinda nice and I offer it here as a demonstration that you don't need woodland nymphs to fire your muse, just a red glass and some stinky herbs.
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