After three days away we came back to find the garden transformed into a blaze of colour; hundreds of tulips which I had planted last December had been persuaded into bloom by the exceptionally warm weather. This was a wonderful surprise, but what gave me more pleasure than anything was the discovery that the first of my asparagus was ready for eating. This is a minor miracle, because it usually comes up at around the 24th, so we are getting it a full ten days early.
This is the earliest asparagus we’ve ever had. We’ll be able to eat it now continuously until the end of May. Seven weeks of heaven. Lat year I missed half the crop because I had to be in London for the Chelsea Flower Show. I’ve got a feeling that I’ll more than make up the deficit this year. Bliss.