After months spent eating food we had preserved for the winter it was always nice to notice the first little spears of asparagus poke through the ground. Waiting for it to grow enough to be harvested was a little challenging and I would check on them every day in hopes we can have a meal that included something that was freshly grown. Canned vegetables, though good, simply couldn't measure up to something straight from the garden.
We weren't the only ones that seemed to be happy that the winter was over and there would be fresh vegetables to enjoy. The deer apparently kept tabs on asparagus as well and would come out at night to nibble on it. That is, until our dog decided she was going to spend her nights sleeping next to our asparagus patch. Her barking did the trick and we were able to enjoy several weeks having fresh asparagus every day.
Spring seems to have sprung here in our little corner of the world. Unfortunately we don't have an asparagus patch where we live right now. Sad, because I could go for a big bowl full prepared like my Mom used to.