We hurried the asparagus crowns into the ground last spring.
A little like John Henry working against the steam-powered drill of time (minus the subtext of exploited labor and so forth) I extended the ditch, flinging stones hither and yon in a frenzy. Thirty or so beautiful crowns of asparagus and only a few hours of daylight to plant them before leaving the Farm.
Fast forward three months into the apex of summer. Mr. Linton and I make our way back to the Would-Be Farm crossing our fingers about all the spring's plantings.
It's all an experiment, this absentee farming thing. So much can go wrong with growing things, even when the farmer keeps a sharp eye open for floods, dry soil, locusts, marauding goats –– never mind what can happen if the farmer dashes off into the sunset for whole chunks of the lunar year.
Well, one of the things that happens is photosynthesis gone wild: waist-high weeds growing everywhere. And I do mean weeds -- not just an unintended plant, but a weed in the pejorative sense. Prickly, stout, thick, and unpleasant things: thistles, nettles, burdock, and bramble bushes.
Cue montage of two solid days of weeding. Slow-mo scenes of repeated cutting, yanking, digging, burning seed-heads, and swearing at the thorns. Then, in a blink:
Now, assuming that time and tide allow, we'll be finishing the planting as originally planned: more mulch and a thick layer of weed barrier fabric weighed down with (what else?) rocks.
Because the rocks are doing great.
8/3/2015 02:57:27 pm
I have a pet Rock my sister gave me when I was an early teen. It's still alive and can still do all its tricks. Rocks are tough!
8/8/2015 01:23:19 am
Pet Rocks were quiet, I remember that.
8/4/2015 01:17:03 am
in some families asparagus is a weed - just saying
8/4/2015 09:49:26 am
An earliest memory is of my dad, tiller, and the mud blood tears and beers of installin the sparagus proper. Work richly rewarded for the two following years, til we moved a few streets over. Job one of the new owner was to pave over that damaspargus. Fitty+ years on and Sr still aint over that one !
8/8/2015 01:29:54 am
8/8/2015 01:26:17 am
Yeah, yeah, and in some families weed is weed.
8/4/2015 03:57:43 am
Read the "Ruth Stout No-Work Garden Book." Maybe your library has a copy. My green beans are loving the straw mulch and not a weed in sight.
8/8/2015 01:28:50 am
Oooh! Sounds good.
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