Three springs ago Adam and I made our first longterm committment to each other, we planted asparagus. For those of you who don't know, asparagus takes three full years of growing and dying back before it bares any fruit. That is a long time! This spring is our third year and we have harvested 6 delicious asparagus spears to date. One was left on the top of my car, so we have only enjoyed 5 of them.
It has been quite a feat to keep Charlie away from the patch. One sunny day while I was inside nursing the baby Charlie managed to drag his lawn mower across my parents' gigantic yard, opened the garden and headed straight for the asparagus patch. He was doing his job. He mowed two spears successfully, another 2 forfeited.
When we planted those six plants three years ago we weren't married and had no children. We were footloose and fancy free. We traveled, went out to dinner, went on long hikes and bike rides. Spent countless nights playing scramble, sipping beers and sitting by the fire. The good ole days. Let it be known that in just 2 years and 6 months we managed to get married, have two children, and every few days an asparagus spear. And I wouldn't have any other way!
Next time you grab an asparagus spear from the grocery store take a moment to appreciate it's beauty and the time it took to get to you. Those little plants are tough ones.
1 comment:
That is the cutest story! I love it!
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