Last night, after supper, our friends invited me for a walk. "We're going hunting for wild asparagus!" I learned that asparagus grows in the warm Okanagan. It isn't truly wild, but really an "escaped" variety of domestic cultivation. Even ancient Romans and Egyptians knew about asparagus.
The time to forage is a week in late March or early April, just when the temperature reaches 18-20 degrees C. It likes moisture and full sun and can be found on the side of ditches. We came to their secret spot and scanned the underbrush for old growth. After being shown what to look for, what fun to find handfuls of young asparagus. Eating one raw tasted like fresh peas from the garden. I can imagine how it would taste in a breakfast frittata. I was sworn to secrecy regarding it's location and if anyone asked where I found it, I was to say, "Just around. . ."
Then, driving home today, I stopped to photograph an orchard of apricot trees in blossom. It's amazing what Mother Nature provides for us. I'm also excited to have a huge pile of top soil left over from the backhoe dig. Apparently, good top soil is a hot commodity here in this sandy desert. I am eager to plant a large vegetable garden in the back yard and flower garden for the B & B patio. Naramata is having a huge community garage sale at the end of the month and I hope to pick up lots of plantings for the garden. I am off to pick up grass seed for the yard and can't wait to put up a clothes line. There is nothing like fresh sheets hung on the line.
The renovations are continuing and the plans are morphing into a great open concept layout. The electrician comes back today to move wiring in the suite. The inspector comes tomorrow to give his okay on knocking down one wall and building another. It is slow but sure but we want everything to be beautiful for our guests.
At the end of a work day, we sit on our deck for happy hour and just look at the lake. It is really a dream come true, and sometimes we have to pinch ourselves to realize this is really our home now. Miracles can happen.
Rick & Gayle Grant
Naramata Lakeside Guesthouse