Garlic emerging, garden

There's a pretty high likelihood that I've planted just about every kind of vegetable likely to grow in our region of Zone 6, every kind, that is, except one: garlic, or, as they say in my native Rhode Island, gah-lic. Late last month, I decided to give the veggie a try, and with the soil still unfrozen, I turned a little patch of garden and inserted 14 little bulbs into the ground. If this turned out as easy as advertised, I would, by early summer next year, be able to harvest 14 large and flavorful subterranean heads of this essential element of Italian, and many other varieties, of cooking. The garlic I chose, which goes by the name of Music, is supposed to be a top performer in the taste and growing-reliability departments, but it was not supposed to get going until next spring. I hope I didn't plant too early. I hope a few premature shoots in autumn—growth that will surely get trimmed back by looming frost—won't have a negative impact on my garlic, er, gah-lic, yield.