At the market today the asparagus looked fabulous. It pops up over night, seemingly. Many people around here go on asparagus hunts, much like the morel search. It survives in ditches and fence lines. The thing is, you have to know where to look. The tiny spears creep up in the midst of weeds and grasses and you have to look close, even when you know where it is. When left to grow it produces tall feathery stalks and eventually in the fall, red berries. Memory of the location is key.