this spring, my husband and i happened upon a trail loaded with wild asparagus. for two weeks we feasted on wild asparagus and morels, usually in form of omelets with eggs from our girls. we were giddy. i just walked that same trail again this afternoon, and all along my private garden, the understory was hazy with the greenish-gold plumage of asparagus ferns spangled with bright orange fruits. tomorrow ushers in our first snowstorm of the year, and soon everything will be buried in white. i was so grateful for my feathery green reminder today that hidden gifts await me next spring.

wild asparagus fern and berries

sucker lake trail, saint paul, minnesota