Hello,
A few years back I wrote this about our garden real estate:
I planted asparagus over the weekend. It sounded simple. Dig an 18 inch deep trench, fill in with 8 inches of topsoil and 4 inches of compost, plant the asparagus roots, cover with 2 inches of topsoil and as they grow fill in the other four inches with more topsoil.
I have a tiller so I thought 'oh a couple of hours tops.' It's Friday night about six o'clock. So I started tilling--10 feet long and 14 inches wide. The soil I was working in was decomposed granite--hard but not so bad since we've had a lot of rain. I would till down about 4 inches and shovel it out into a wheel barrow, then dump it around the garden fence to fill in spots where the soil did not come up to the wire (I am trying to keep digger squirrels out of the garden). Three hours later I am 10 inches down, have 8 inches to go, and it is now dark.
The next day I am pooped from digging and hauling dirt. So I rest.
Sunday afternoon, I start again. Now it is raining, but not hard, and I am living in Oregon. The trench is too deep to till in any more so I take a couple of shovels and dig down. This time I pile the dirt beside the trench (I'll haul it away later).
Once the trench is done I have to get the topsoil which is about 300 feet away. Back to the wheelbarrow. The topsoil is moist because of the rain, which is good for the asparagus; however, water is heavy. So I put in some topsoil and then 25 gallons of compost (the compost maker is right outside the garden fence {it makes compost in two weeks, such a deal}), some more topsoil, plant the asparagus and cover with two inches of topsoil. Done (except moving the dirt later) six hours. And now next year I will get a crop of fresh asparagus (purple asparagus that turns green when you stir fry it or steam it). This year I might get a couple of spears, mostly it has to grow to get established.
Years ago I rented a place that had an asparagus bed and I picked some fresh and stir fried it within the hour--it was really great. Nearly everything that is that good takes time to produce. And the time that it looks like it will take is nearly always shorter than the time it actually does take. In this case six hours instead of two (plus a year to wait). Along the way in those six hours I saw a sunset, heard several birds singing, saw a snake, saw a pair of Goldfinches sitting on the fence, saw the Purple Martin mama poke her head out of the birdhouse that we hung up this spring, saw three deer about 50 feet from me (one doe, one yearling buck and one older buck, both with their antlers in velvet). Nice surprises that I wouldn't have seen had I not been there then.
So long for now from Grants Pass Real Estate.
chuck
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