The asparagus must be hitting snooze. Each morning, before I walk Milo, we drop by their bed. Each morning the covers remain rumpled. Perhaps we catch the faint snuffle of pale green stalks, snoring.
It's a cold, late spring, I reason. Who doesn't like sleeping in?
One morning, mid-rumple, stands a single tall, sharp spear. That's the thing about asparagus; they shoot up fully formed.
Dropping the leash, I paw at the bed, turning to the left, the right, and back again. I uncover nothing _ not even that single tall, sharp spear. How could it appear, then disappear? Is asparagus retractable?
Before I can pose this question to Milo, I have my answer.
Next project: Plant a fence.
