This morning Tom and I went over to the burned-out asparagus farm. It made me sick, that devastation, that…stupidity that is arson. (I will probably blather on further about the house itself and what we found in another post.)
It occurred to me that the kid is getting big and it would be kind of a pain (and also dangerous) to drag her over to this land. Then it occurs to me (DING!) that we should go when she is at school. This is a mindshift, I will have you know. The kid goes everywhere with us; she’s like an appendage. We use most “adventures” as learning experiences. There was lots to see, lots to eat at this farm.
But the asparagus was just beginning to ripen, and only in the areas closest to the house. Another week or two and it will be Extreme Pig-Out Season. Yums.
And of course I brought my buckets and trowels. The haul today was sedum, iris and (ta-da!!) rhubarb. Oh and those lovely spears.