Today I had a pan full of asparagus sprinkled in olive oil to warm up just a touch and then slightly sprinkled with salt. They push themselves up from the soil I know not how. I go out and look at the stalks with amazement in the evening, knowing that the next morning they will already be tall enough to harvest. So quick.
Someone said that lettuce would be a good idea. I second that. As it also grows in abundance. I’ve tried a dozen times to eat salad stuff from the supermarket and always with disastrous E. coli O157:H7-esque consequences. I love salad, but I’ve totally given up on supermarkets.
And then there’s squWaRsh, as it’s pronounced here. And tomatoes. I think that would do it for me. But even with these four. But I’ll have to think about all that. It’s quite the project to have a garden. I shouldn’t forget that I wouldn’t have the asparagus without generous parishioners haven’t dug the bed and planted 2-year roots. I weeded the asparagus bed this morning and that was pretty exhausting (such a tiny patch!). But I suppose that indicates that I really should have a bigger garden.
My hesitation also comes from the typical life of priests. Once you just move into a parish you’re ripped out (painful) and you set to start a new adventure (exhilarating). But you can’t live on what-ifs, can you?