Garlic now under cover

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Today I rigged up a dome of frost cloth over the garlic
Look at the first time I had garlic undercover out in the front garden

The front garden gets hit by strong salt laden westerlies in the spring
I'm wondering if the cover will reduce airborne weed seeds and the movement of rust spores.

  

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