Lo and behold, up they came. And up. And up.
So lush that the well-drilling guy stopped and marveled.
So enormous that my gardening neighbors ask –– with palpable envy –– how do we make them thrive?
So thick that I no longer have a view of the cool half-plough that Mr. Linton found for me.
Uncontested success is rare on the farm. So when it arrives, we like to recognize and celebrate it.
All hail kale?
Nu-uh: Rush lush Asparagus!