west cork wild garlic

This pot of wild garlic bulbs has been with me since I moved out of the cottage on The Sheepshead in 2009. It's been patiently waiting to go into the ground in the eco village, and guess what, it's still waiting! Next year hopefully my path up to the door will be white and edible and sweet smelling.
It's taking an age to get settled into some sort of head space where I want to garden. My biggest obstacle is no privacy and I am slightly surprised at how much I dislike the feeling as I always had front gardens when I lived in Essex and I was definitely on view then! Some better weather would help too.
Sunny rainy day again and spent most of it at my desk. Lots of paper work and prep for running my first hypno birthing classes.