At long, long last. Here is the first teensy crop of asparagus. Three years in the making and the waiting. I hadn’t expected any of the spears to be up this early. In fact I thought it was a rogue stick poking out of the ground in the asparagus bed. But when I bent down, I realised with a shock that some spears are already on their way.
This year we have to take them all, so I twinkled down to the shed to get a sharp knife and have now enough for a tasty first course for dinner tonight. The main course will be my body weight in fresh Italian kale. I have a bumper harvest and am very, very happy.