As some parishioners know, I didn’t put any lime down, no fertilizer, and the weeds were like trees. No matter to this asparagus. In the Spring it was watered daily. I gave that up in July when I stopped harvesting so let it rest and concentrate on sending down stronger roots. Nine feet. Next Spring should see daily harvesting. A Psalm (104:20-23) to recall:
“Thou makest darkness, and it is night, when all the beasts of the forest creep forth. The young lions roar for their prey, seeking their food from God. When the sun rises, they get them away and lie down in their dens. Man goes forth to his work and to his labor until the evening.”
These were just 4″ high yesterday morning. 8″ this morning. Wow. 4″ a day. You don’t want them to go beyond 8″ though, as they get woody. There were more but I’ll wait until tomorrow to harvest them. Gardens amaze me. Really tasty.
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?