Earlier this year I was absolutely horrified when the flat footed fence fitters trampled all over my wild garlic. It was just starting to leaf out, and I don’t know why the sudden garlic smell wafting up from their feet didn’t give them pause, but it didn’t!
I have had my wild garlic bulbs (Allium ursinum, aka ramsons) since the autumn of 2010. For the longest time they were in pots, and didn’t grow very much, but it did enable me to bring them from the old garden to the new, via the allotment refugee camp.
Once they were planted into the new garden they were much more enthusiastic (and are self-seeding into odd places, which I can live with), and last year we started harvesting leaves to make wild garlic butter, and to stir-fry. This year I may also attempt to make wild garlic pesto, which seems like it should be utterly wonderful.
In no time at all, it will be flowering, and that’s fine because the flowers are just as edible as the leaves, and really pretty.