Last weekend we were all due to be away from home: my husband as an instructor at a swanky design camp, and we girls off to a weekend of cardplaying and gabbing with the women of my mother’s family. Our daughter got sick, though, so she and I spent the weekend at home.
Yum. But look at that nasty clay soil.
I don’t care how sick someone is: if it’s beautiful weather, one really needs to go out to the gardens! And look at what we found. The beginnings of the asparagus. Now, our daughter loves these shoots so much that I had to raise the latch to the gate so she couldn’t pilfer them all. This was a couple of years ago and now she is tall enough to unlatch it and eat at will…but she was simply glad I let her have one, a tiny one.
She’s eying the rest of the patch
“Well, how is it,” I ask her.
“Good, Mama. Do you still have that salt in your greenhouse?”
Wow. I can’t put anything past her. That salt was for tomato-eating!