June 21st arrived and signalled the end of the asparagus season. It is over for another eleven months. Our retired farmer friend who grows the plant is a stickler for tradition and this is the result of the last cut. No ifs and no buts. The end.
The beds will now be left to grow and gather strength for next year. Now we'll have to walk past the bed with the two terriers and watch the plants grow higher and higher into that old florist's friend the asparagus fern.
Never mind being treated as a truly seasonal vegetable the first cut is always something to look forward to and the season of plenty rolls on to the next crop.
Fortunately there's still some cleaned spears in the chiller draw in the fridge so we can enjoy a little bit of illicit purple passion.
Behind locked doors though.
Kudos to you farmer friend....traditions are very important to many of us.
ReplyDeleteI would have liked a few for my omelet this morning.
Brook trout, he's an absolute stickler for the traditions and eats seasonally too.
DeleteDo like those feathery fronds and the pea like seeds
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