The old me circles up there like a
vulture, or an eagle, or perhaps a moth, or a Parakeet. In moments
of indecision he'll swoop down to dominate a circumstance. Which is
why a Fall planting of ten Asparagus Crowns consists of two rows of five.
The problem was a confusion so infinitely classic. For the business
mind plants are like socks and should be treated as such. Streamline
production, reduce costs and put the fear of god into those who work for
you by telling them they are members of a family upon whose side right
is. And all this so the few can eat meat everyday, take their
holidays in fashionable hotels, and when they get old provide for the
I had assumed my tiny bundle of Asparagus
Crowns would be shipped to a shipping address. Daily I plodded down
the lane to open the mail box. Everyday just a little more
convinced. But in the infinity this was not to be. The Asparagus
Crowns had been sent to the Post Office in town where we have our mailing
address. A place I visit irregularly.
And yes they are planted too close
together. And yes they were very shriveled when they arrived.
And yes the new me does think they succumbed to desiccation somewhere
between here and the packing shed. But into wet ground they went just
before the cold weather.
And the old me is like an Owl up
there. He appears quite confident.