For quite a few years I've been coveting my neighbour's asparagus - well, not my neighbour, my mother's neighbour. Every year I would walk by the raised bed as watch as the little green spears broke the through the soil. The family who cultivated them have been living in the house for many years and I grew up with one of their sons.
So I drew up my courage and contacted them, asking whether they would be willing to sell me a few little roots. A few weeks ago they got in touch to let me know that they had set some aside for me. The gentleman had carefully packed three flats with leggy corms. He said his asparagus patch was 60 years old. I feel like I've been given a legacy.
Since the weather took a dive, I protected the plants in the garage until this weekend. Ken built the raised bed and we filled with soil. Now the asparagus corms are all snuggled in the earth. Fingers crossed that they'll be happy in their new home.
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