The three year wait

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.