I was getting a bit concerned about my asparagus. By this time in Texas, I was harvesting lots of asparagus but . . this isn’t Texas and it’s still fairly chilly here, even for asparagus. I kept telling Vince . . I hope I don’t have to replant all the asparagus. My concern was that it never got very much mulch on it before winter. Vince mulched it but didn’t put much on it and wasn’t sure if, since it was so close to the top of the ground, maybe it had all frozen.
This afternoon I was watering the ramps and happened to look down and saw this guy poking his head through the mulch. It could freeze here tonight (hopefully the last time this year) so I’ve covered this one spear in mulch and hope that helps save it.
I called Vince over and showed it to him. He looked down and . .
Vince: What’s this? It looks like rhubarb.
Me: It does look like rhubarb.
Vince: Did you plant it in the asparagus bed?
Me: I don’t remember planting it there.
Vince: It didn’t get there by itself.
Well, a bird could have planted it. My guess is I had totally run out of places to plant rhubarb and had a few plants left so I stuck it in an open spot in the asparagus bed. We’ll see what happens. If it ends up in the way, I’ll dig it up and plant it somewhere else.