Meet Fergie, the wild asparagus plant that has been mesmerizing us for a few weeks now.
I had a good laugh when I walked in the door from work one evening and saw Sébastien holding a small terracotta pot sporting the most awkward, scrawny, spiky reincarnation of a Charlie Brown Christmas tree I’d ever seen. I quickly learned that a friend had given us a wild asparagus plant.
Back then, there wasn’t much sign of life, just the four sprite, rather nervous-looking “trees” that spread haughtily into the air. Sébastien warned, though, that asparagus would soon start sprouting up from the soil.
Judging from our endless misadventures with orchids (which never seem to make it through winter with us), I wasn’t so sure we’d be able to grow asparagus- it’s supposed to be difficult (three years before a seed will give way to friendly green stalks).
Despite our mild lack of confidence, we watered Fergie (who was named instantly by the way) and… just like that, two little white creatures pushed their way through the dirt. What got us most was the stunning rate one of these asparagus stalks grew- as though it inched up by the minute.
In just a couple weeks, the innocent newborn in the photo turned into a lanky thread that now measures 13 inches!
Since I’ve never grown asparagus, I’m kind of curious about the whole thing. As far as I know, this veggie’s been around for a while- records take it back to Ancient Rome- as both a delicacy and a medicinal plant. Also, asparagus, apparently (like French nouns), can be either male or female. Wonder what this one is?