Asparagus--the gift that keeps on giving. About eight years ago (or maybe more), I planted two lackluster rows of very spindly-looking asparagus starts. They were end-of-season, bottom of the barrel plants, and not all of them took. But the plants that persevered produce very nicely and every year at this time, I'm inundated. Perhaps it's just as well that the rows aren't solid and densely growing--I'd have to set up a produce stand at the curb and sell the stuff.
I seem to be the only in the house who likes it anyway. All the more for me!
Tonight, I blanched and packaged nearly four pounds for freezing and much more is yet to come.
For the most part, my garden is a sad and pathetically neglected patch, but at this time of year, I could almost consider myself a gardener.