Two years ago I wantonly planted purple heirloom asparagus seeds in rebelliously unamended, nay disregarded soil. I've been dealing with blowzy, ferny greenery ever since that I periodically cut back to avoid it overtaking my garden. Today I harvested two spears (these two, to be precise) and ate them over pasta. Just me. None for husband. One can stretch asparagus only so far. Should have amended that soil. Bah! I'm a rebel and look where it's gotten me.
