Late spring was planting time. The basket on Mrs. Fitz’s arm carried a profusion of garlic cloves, the source of the summer’s crop. The plump dame handed me the basket, along with a digging stick for planting. Apparently I had lazed about the castle long enough; until Colum found some use for me, Mrs. Fitz could always find work for an idle hand.
“Her, m’dear. Do ye set ’em here along the south side, between the thyme and foxglove.” She showed me how to divide the tough casing, then how to plant them. It was simple enought, just poke each clove into the ground, blund end down, buried about an inch and a half below the surface. She got up, dusting her voluminous skirts.
Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (Chapter 6 – Colum’s Hall)