Last spring my husband announced that he had bought a box of asparagus to plant in my mini raised herb/tomato bed in our backyard. Sounded like a good idea to me, since we both love asparagus and it is rather pricey in the grocery store.
He read the instructions on the box and went out to plant them. We were excited to see slender shoots of asparagus appear. They were thinner than yarn string. They were not to be harvested. We knew there was a growing period where we would not get any spears to eat. The one thing I did know about growing asparagus was you have to let the spears turn into ferns. Beyond that we are totally clueless on the care and feeding of asparagus.
Yes, I know I can google asparagus and have a mountain of information at my fingertips. I tried that route, but then became overwhelmed with terms and conflicting information. I clicked away from that option, but I had noticed a garden full of asparagus on my biking route. My plan is to watch that garden closely. Each day I ride by I am looking carefully to see if there are any changes with their asparagus ferns.
All summer they continue to grow. My mentor garden is lovely to look at, soft green fronds hang together to make a wall of ferns. My few plants fall over one another, as if they are pushy teenagers trying to get to the front of a line. I don’t know when, let alone if I will ever see enough asparagus to make a meal, but it’s fun trying.