I’m often not clear on what’s around the corner… One day, I think my garden dreams will revolve around asparagus, the next, I’m researching egg laying ducks and their predators.
My adorable brand new husband is wearing me down on the asparagus bed…my dream of having my own freaking plot of asparagus is being tested. It started with the fact that unless we want to make digging the plot a full-time job or somehow magically train our garden gnome to dig it for us (not likely, he is not very burly, photo below), we will need to hire an expensive machine digger.
Then this spring, my babe planted some new pretty flowering plants… in my future asparagus bed. I’m totally being pawned. He’s not telling me I can’t have my asparagus bed, but making it nearly impossible for me to get it.
Perhaps I need someone to force me out of attempting to dig a 50-foot long x 3-foot wide x 1.5-foot deep trench on a rocky mountain hillside. I’m slowly accepting that I can’t have the bed… this year.
The asparagus fantasy has also been a bit usurped by another exciting daydream: ducks that lay eggs in our back yard! Ever since I learned that I can eat duck eggs, make duck egg ravioli, and bake duck egg cakes – despite my chicken egg allergy – I’ve been obsessed with the idea of quacking ducks popping out eggs for us in our back garden. My bright turquoise Guide to Raising Ducks book is staring at me from my bookshelf in anticipation. I’ve already read it cover to cover…twice.