This year's garlic harvest – all four glorious bulbs – were dug up with great contentment and three are being given as Christmas gifts.
The bulbs from which all the four individual cloves that grew into a 'family' were obtained came from different places and the discussion about them, their origin, growth habits, culinary preference added to the adventure.
The one kept for my own kitchen was hanging around with the others, drying, and, when it was time to use it and then store it, this glass flower seemed most appropriate. Sort of the reverse, I suppose, of the song my mother would sing when I was a child about being "Just a lonely petunia in an onion patch". Garlic in a field of daisies?