I envisioned tulips and iris and maybe lilacs. Instead, I got asparagus! The first wild asparagus of the season.
Yes, it comes late in south-central Montana but is all the more welcome because of that.
Jackie introduced me to hunting for wild asparagus, although for my first hunt last year, she passed me on to her friend. (See my blog entry on wild asparagus for that story.) She said she didn't want to give away any of her spots.
No matter how close you are to anyone here in Montana, you know better than to ask where they pick huckleberries or find asparagus. They'd rather tell you how much money they make, how they spent Friday night, or how much they weigh.
But I love Jackie. She shares.