Blah, it’s cold again. As in, frost warnings at night and sandals are no longer an appropriate choice during the day. Doesn’t the world know that I’m done with cold weather?! At least it *looks* warm outside.
There is just something about spring that gets me so dang excited! As if imagining the possibilities is just as fun as experiencing them . . . even if my imagination is far from reality. But in spring, it all still seems so excitingly possible . . . .
It’s also the time of year we get to enjoy so many things with so little effort. The forest gives us morels, the chickens are laying more eggs, and pretty soon it will be turkey season. Whoever lived at our property before us planted apple trees, lilac bushes, and hundreds of flowers, and whoever used to live at the honeymoon cottage planted rhubarb and asparagus that continue to supply us each year. We’re accidentally bountiful in spring . . . something I can only hope to achieve on purpose in the coming months.
The asparagus patch has a bit of notoriety around here. It’s a prodigious and plentiful plot, whose bounty is no credit of our own. Strangers are never shy about stopping to see the acclaimed asparagus or sparking up a conversation at our favorite local pub. Our neighbor, Farmer Kenny, even suggested we put up a “No Trespassing” sign around it after a lady stopped by threatening to steal it! Seriously.
We have no idea who planted it, as asparagus can grow for 20 or 30 years, but we won’t ever live without one again. The property used to belong to an elderly woman who passed away. I like to imagine she planted it and enjoyed it long after she wasn’t able to plant anymore. I hope to be just as lucky some day. And I’m thankful we get to enjoy the fruits of her labor. It’s a worthy reminder there are many ways to pay it forward . . . even if on accident.