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I was driving north on Route 522 the other day from Massies Comer, and just before I got to Black Rock Farm, there, sitting on the top of an old wooden fence post, like he was the prettiest bluebird, was a nice, fat groundhog. I got to thinking, there is meat for the pot and a new head for my banjo. But, we know that hunting from the road and hunting on property where you don’t have permission is illegal, not to mention unsportsmanlike and morally despicable. So, as far as I know, that whistle pig may still be sitting on that fence post.
In the same vein, my wife and I have been cleaning out the honeysuckle and poison oak from the fence between our place and Mrs. Lee’s. And, there, in the fence row, we found asparagus, growing wild. I suppose it was scattered by the birds.
Not being one to let something like that go to waste, we have transplanted it into a new asparagus bed. And since the asparagus and morels are ready about the same time, I’m hoping that next year there will be some fresh asparagus and morel soup on our table. I had some this year, and it was very tasty. And, I must remember to share some with my neighbor, as some of the asparagus was on her side of the fence.
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