secrets of spring
I watch eagerly every spring for the asparagus to peek up over the grass.......sometimes its too late, its already sprouted, but I shake my fist and declare, "I'll get you next year, now that I know where you are....." and promptly forget because there is too much to remember........We pick our asparagus along the ditches on country roads.....we have to be diligent and careful not to trespass or take what we know the people who live around there want....but when we see it growing prolificly and no one picking it......welllllll...........
