One year on, the unruly asparagus foliage had yellowed, so it was time to trim it back ready for next year's new shoots. One more year of growth, and then we can have a taste (but only a taste!) of our asparagus crop.
I'm happiest when I'm growing something, according to my husband B. He's right, and this is my blog of the growing projects in my life: our sons (aged 2 and 4 years), and our suburban garden.
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