we’ll have spring after all.
wasn’t looking good. The leaves got blasted
on our Japanese maple, the daffodils are in tatters and there will be no fruit
from the fragrant white blossoms that exploded with such promise just
a few weeks ago.
much of the country, we’ve had a cold snap that has hung on and on, spelling
disaster for area farmers and local gardeners. I was about to despair of getting any asparagus out of our garden at all
is a perennial – keeps coming back with almost no care, which is about how much
we give it these busy days. I am so fond
of asparagus that we planted 50 crowns of the stuff about 10 years ago even though
there are only two of us. The dogs like
it too, running to the sink when they hear me snapping off the asparagus
butts. I know I should save those tough
ends for soup, but somehow there are never any left.
ten years our asparagus still comes back as abundantly as ever. Until this year,
anyway. It started to come up on
schedule a few weeks ago and then, zap. A hard freeze in early April. The
asparagus languished, and so did I, in a kind of pre-spring limbo.
I’ve been keeping a close watch, peering through the weeds (I mentioned the “no
care” part, didn’t I?), waiting for the tightly budded purple heads to start poking
up through the soil again.
the other day, there they were. Now, once they get going the garden is a place
of asparagus madness, the willowy green shoots springing up overnight, faster
than we can eat them. But at the start of
the season, especially a cold one like this, they…grow…very…slowly.
should wait, I know I should, but today I got impatient and cut a bunch of them
off short. Ate a couple in the garden,
brushing off the mud and grit, just to get a quick fix, and then brought the
rest in for dinner.
asparagus is just a total joy. Grassy,
green, with a faint, faint hint of spring onion, more a like a memory than a
taste, it is a mouthful of sweet April (even if it can make your pee smell like a skunk).