I feel a reluctance to plant asparagus in my garden this year.
Not because I don’t care for asparagus (I do very much) but because I know it will take several seasons before the plant is mature enough to be harvested.
I don’t even know if I’ll still be living here in three years.
But the answer I feel is appropriate is to plant the asparagus.
Plant it in the name of experience.
Plant it in the name of patience.
Plant it in the name of delayed gratification.
In a world of instantaneous everything, sometimes it’s a breath of fresh air to have to wait for something which we know one day will be great.