Oh my garlic.

Oh. My garlic.

Oh my, garlic.

Oh! My garlic!

So I planted some rogue (sprouted) garlic cloves in my garden-turned-weed-patch a couple months back, then promptly forgot about them. With the onslaught of weeds, my little rascals were quickly covered. So my garden forays were focused on my stately onions and tall sunflowers instead of the scrappy scapes. But yesterday, while digging (playing) around in the dirt, I found this!

A garlic giving birth!

So tonight I will be having these fine garlics in a garlic stir-fry in celebration. (BTW photo is not of actual size.)