OUR GARLIC HAS BECOME NATIONALLY FAMOUS!!!!
summer I sold Mary Miller’s Mystery Garlic seed starts to farmer David
Stutzman in Camp Verde, AZ because I believed the soil would produce
exceptional garlic. I was right. The Arizona soil has produced an
outstanding product with our Mary Miller Mystery Garlic seeds that has
caught the attention of Chris Bianco, world famous chief and owner of
Pizzeria Bianco, one of the Nations top 10 pizza restaurants! Not only
is the garlic BIG, HOT and incredible, the flower heads are shockingly
HUGE, hot and spicy for soups, salads and chili! Arizona has proven to
be the perfect place to showcase the outstanding qualities of our Mary
Millers Mystery Garlic! Below is an article about Mary’s garlic. You
can cut and paste it.
Captial Press Newspaper:
And in Arizona:
and I are now scrambling to get more garlic in the ground to met the
growing demands of the discriminating customers that are now seeking my
garlic from as far away as Iran! Yes. Iran. How about that! If my
garlic can bring world peace, I'm sending it!!!
PLEASE NOTE! WE
WILL BE SELLING MARY'S GARLIC LATE SUMMER OF 2012! PLEASE EMAIL ME AT
firstname.lastname@example.org WITH YOUR NAME AND CONTACT INFORMATION AND I WILL
PUT YOU ON OUR LIST FOR GARLIC! Below are some of our seed crop we are
planting for 2012!
did it all start? We know the garlic originated in Europe in the very
late 1700’s to very early 1800’s. We don’t know when it came to the
farm. It could have been as early as 1843 on the first wagon train to
Oregon, or as late as 1860 when my husband's family arrived in Oregon or
in 1915 when my husband’s family traded their farm for this one in a
Land Grant swap; bringing the garlic with them from their 1890‘s
Southern Oregon Land Grant farm. It is unknown if the garlic were here
or not at this time. In 2000 we inherited the farm. Although I had
long become a vegetarian, I could still tell you all you needed to know
about how to raise cattle from having grown up on my family’s 7000 acre
cattle ranch here in Oregon. But I could not tell you a thing about
growing vegetables. So, I had no clue that the 6 remaining plants
nestled in Lillys pictured below were indeed, garlic. In-fact, I called
immature corn planted by birds near the bird feeders, an odd looking
grass...scary! I've come a long ways since then! :))
they survived not only my ignorance about them, but the transition of
the farm is a miracle. The contractor built our new home 12 feet from
the remaining last garlic plants pictured above. Our house is just a
few feet to the right from the above sidewalk. Mary's garlic grew there
for almost 2 years all on their own in among the bird feeders pictured
above, pretty to look at, but completely ignored. Mary must have
planted them there before her death just a few years earlier. I built
the garden around them. We could have easily sold the land and never
farmed it, we could have built the house on them, or the cows could have
trampled them. What saved them was the fact I would not allow the
contractor to remove the huge Black Berry bush they are shown growing
next too. Corporate American had not removed the sustainable life we
had lived on the ranch from within me. I saved the Black Berry bush so
that it would give life to the birds and life to me. The leaves are
medicinal, the berries are too and the birds are a joy to watch. I
saved my berry bush long before the green sustainable movement was a
word, and therefore the poor contractor thought I was nuts and confident
the plant would eat my new home up standing just a few feet away.
However, it takes less time and money to care for the bush than a lawn,
of which I have none!
One day the garlic called to me. I
stopped my hectic life but for a moment to look at it. And less sure
than Eve, I took a nibble of the flower head and soon.....
6 plants became more.....
until I had a small field of garlic and noble purple flower heads danced in the breeze when I passed by.
Soon my horse Miss Kitty and I were preparing larger and larger fields for Mary's garlic to grow!
They became family to me. Each one precious.
named them after my husband’s Aunt, who lived her whole life on this
farm until her death on the farm at nearly 100. Unlike today, she would
never exchange her clean air and water for wealth as we deem wealth to
be. She was free from want. In fact, she had never known a real reason
to be wealthy. She never owned a new car, had only an outhouse and a
hand dug well outside the back kitchen door for most of her life. She
raised chickens that rode the train to market in Portland. The chickens
road the train, but never Mary. Outside of going to Church on Sunday,
Mary rarely left the farm. She was too at peace farming. She did not
know the cities, she wore cloths she sewed from chicken feed-sacks, her
food came from what she loved to grow on the farm that included this
garlic. Her 1800‘s home pictured above left was never framed, had no
foundation and the walls consisted of 3“ thick, 14' vertical, unpainted
single board old growth timber that were never insulated. The roof had a
gap all around the eves upstairs. She loved the bats that lived
upstairs in her room and the skunks that lived under the floor boards
downstairs. They still live there. Mary loved all God's creatures and
all of Nature's beauty. She cherished it. She collected volumes of
animal pictures from magazines friends would give her. Almost 100 years
of her clippings are still here on the farm. It was the 1970‘s before
she saw a TV. She did not know calculators, cell phones, ipads,
computers, Facebook, YouTube and yet, she was more fulfilled, happy and
peaceful than anyone I have yet met today. She died on the farm with a
peace we have long forgotten in our self-seeking and money oriented
I never knew Mary, but yet I do know her as I work the
farm with the ancient tools she left behind. I carefully follow her
footsteps, carefully save each precious plant she knew, I now know.
Through each of her garlic I send to you her blessings. That you find
Mary’s peace, that you find her contentment, and that you find true
wealth. That is the blessing I send to you in each and every Mary
Miller’s Mystery Garlic. I pray your life be a long and peaceful one as
life was for Mary here on her farm in Oregon.
Take care of the land, and the land will take care of you.
Caretaker of Mary Miller’s Mystery GarlicOne Quarter Horse Power Workshop (
GO TO SUSTAINABLE WORKSHOP PAGE TO REGISTER)
we hand broadcast the seed, Miss Kitty pulls a home-made drag around
the field to cover the seed. This is lite work so I am not using the
heavy work collar, instead I am using a chest strap.
Miss Kitty and I checking out our new K-Line irrigation equipment!
field of soon-to-be-winter Chamomile tea to be enjoyed in front of the
wood stove! Wonderful Savannah Oak and Walnut tree canape in the
background! The black "bucket" in the fore-ground is part of the
like to plant grain in a row with the borage. It looks pretty and is a
good use of space. I use the grain to sprout and then cook pancakes,
cookies and much more!
Blessings during the Winter seasons!
What the farm looked like 11 years ago when we inherited it....
this... It took elbow grease and a good plan to turn the farm around
and make it fruitful and beautiful again. I
wrote and received several grants to save the farm!