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November 23rd 2009

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    The old me was inclined to plant things too close together.   The new me, striving for perfection, studies the literature, where ideas are mostly shared through mathematics.

   So far I have dug three different configurations for Asparagus Crowns.  The first configuration put them in a straight line.   The second configuration reflected an idea of the plant as growing in a wide row.  The third configuration makes a compromise between the first and second configurations and reflects a concern for the problem of where to put the knee when weeding.  The first configuration managed the problem of ten plants.  But the second two configurations have failed this test of geometry.  Unless the plants or a good rain arrive soon, there will I suspect be a fourth configuration.

   With respect to Spring or Fall planting of Asparagus Crowns, both parts of me recognize the conundrum of weather.  This passing year, where the crowns matured, there was good summer rain into a warm Fall.  So the plants will arrive strong and happy and almost asleep.  But a cold and dry winter here will reduce the success rate of a fall transplant, so with each passing day without rain I am tempted to plant them deeper and deeper.


    Under the rule of perfection the argument for planting Asparagus Crowns deeper into the soil is to obtain fatter, if fewer, spears.  The real, however, contains those uncertainties of time that give gravitas to fortune tellers, the sacrifice of lambs, long term weather forecasts and other intuitive practice. 

    But in early Spring there will be a visit to that wickedness in town that trades in hardware and washing machines and Christmas lights and occasionally plants who apparently have no homes.  On the shelves of this place, deviously arranged by the front door, there will be in Spring, packets of Asparagus Crowns for Spring planting that come from California.  Last Spring they had a variety called "Purple Passion", I think.   These I read, were tastier than the "common green".  A most subjective and infuriating interpretation found often amongst iniquity.  But I will hold my nose to acquire ten of them.

    And who knows, one day there may indeed be twenty boy Asparagus plants swapping histories amongst the vegetables, while they wonder where all the girl Asparagus have gone.

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tim candler

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