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A quick reference to learn about our hardneck garlic varieties!

He turned his nose toward me and I could see the thick red fur on his chest flip with the wind like the pages of a book.  The wild beasts here are music and painting to me.  Symphony and watercolor.  Poetry.

How come, when everything else was moving local and organic, nobody had heard of premium, Minnesota grown, gourmet garlic?

But I've been thinking about who I am when everyone else is stripped away.  If I had nobody else to attach my definition to, what would remain?

It is all these things that I love.  My son and his wind.  Butterflies and bees.  The dew melting at dawn.  The quiet of the ending night.  The crows and stomps and titters of a new day.