22 Oct Homegrown Asparagus
I think it was the asparagus that helped me to see that so much of the wonder of being in my godmother’s house is because she loves everything in its orbit, small or large, into the fullness of its being. A few years ago, she planted asparagus beds. Asparagus, apparently, shouldn’t be harvested the first or second year because the roots need to become well established. This year, with the desire of one who has waited patiently for a long time, she harvested the asparagus. We ate it on grain toast with mushrooms. It was the best asparagus I may ever eat. The enamel jug the asparagus is sitting in belonged to my godmother’s grandmother.