Raring to go.

These are the bulbils of the garlic plants from the last season. These, unlike the cloves we eat, are formed above ground and each will grow into a new plant. They are ready, but I am not, and so to slow down the enthusiasm, I better put them in the dark. There is a northeaster coming for February 12.                                                                                                                                      
The cats are pacing restlessly. Are they speaking for us?