bombs in bottles
There is no plant I grow that requires less work from me than asparagus. My asparagus crowns have been established for years. They're planted deeply enough I don't have to worry about hitting them with the tiller, nor do I have to water them. Asparagus just comes up. Every spring. And I eat it.
Some plants are a lot of work. Many years I'm dropping individual leek seeds into cells with tweezers in February, fighting spider mites indoors and misting tiny plants multiple times a day for months until the vicissitudes of outdoor life even begin for them. Asparagus? nope. Asparagus just shows up.
Feels like cheating, but I'm eating it anyway.
Today I had trouble weeding because weeding was pulling up weeds. Boo!
Let me explain. Many of the common "weeds" that grow around here are edible. Right now, I have a healthy crop of lambs'-quarters (Chenopodium album) coming up in the side garden. Lambs'-quarters are mildly troublesome to clean, but they're delicious sauteed to a crisp with a bit of garlic. Garlic mustard is coming up as well, as are purslane and purple deadnettle. All of them are edible; all of them are prolific; most are invasive. And there is no more fun way to kill invasive species than to eat them.
But the omnipresent quackgrass is regrouping in the side garden as well. When I pull a quackgrass root, it tends to upturn everything growing above it. Including all my lovely little invasive lambs'-quarters seedlings.
No fair, dude. I wanted to eat those weeds!
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