Just for the record...

Despite my BEST efforts... the asparagus thiefs are winning the asparagus battle this year. I haven't seen them personally... but my inlaws have and told me they exist. That really explains the lack of asparagus this year.

Seriously... my husband was out watching his dad irrigate, and he noticed a whole lot of asparagus. Instead of picking it himself right then, he came to the house and said "you need to pick the asparagus". I told him I would go out after church, since I was in my church clothes, and guess what happened in that three hours? Yep... it's all gone.

Personally, I'm blaming the dog who is getting to old to even bark at them anymore. Darn her...

Asparagus thieves...

Well, gang, it's that time of year when the asparagus starts popping it's itty bitty yummy heads through the ground, and the neighbors start showing up in droves to collect it when I'm not looking.

It's hard to believe that there are people gutsy enough to come into MY front yard, and steal my asparagus, but it happens. Regularly.

Now, you've seen my front yard... here's a little reminder in case you've forgotten...
It's big... I admit it. And yes, the asparagus is growing on the other side of the ditch bank, which is just a few feet in front of those four itty bitty trees out front. But it is still MY property, that ditch bank runs through MY grass, I pay taxes on that asparagus! It's MINE. Why do people just assume that it's a free for all?

Can you tell I'm bitter about it?

It's not that we love asparagus. We like asparagus, we like it a lot. We get lots of asparagus. We like to share our asparagus. We like to share our asparagus with people of our choosing, however. Not just any old codger off the street.

One year I even put up a sign that said "please ask before stealing our asparagus." It didn't deter many folks. In fact, one day, my girls came running in the house just sobbing "someone is stealing our asparagus!" My husband walked out and politely asked if they could read. Apparently not. I didn't mind her picking it, one bit, but it would have been nice if she had asked. What did she do? She threw the asparagus on the ground and left. Did you think I lived in a classy neighborhood or what?

I haven't personally witnessed the theivery of asparagus yet this year, but I did go out to pick it on Monday morning after seeing there was massive amounts calling out my name on Sunday afternoon, only to discover that my large asparagus patch was devoid of anything but broken stems. THIEVES!!!

All in a days work...

This was the scene at roughly 3:00 p.m. on Tuesday, as I stood at the window, patiently waiting for the big pile of snow to melt on the garden spot so we can get it ready the seeds the husband picked up that afternoon. This was the scene at roughly, two hours later... Our front door is approximately 50 yards from those trees straight ahead of me.
That's what I call "poor visibility".
Now look at my garden spot... if you can find it...
And this was the scene at 8:30 p.m. Nothing warms my heart like snowdrifts in the middle of April!

P.S. Did you catch the season premiere of Deadliest Catch last night? Is anybody else as excited as me? I always knew they were suspicious, but holy macaroni, that was just crazy!