asparagus hunting

It’s raining, and the wind chill is 35 degrees. But asparagus doesn’t wait for warm weather. I headed to the garage and suited up. Leather gloves, stocking cap, silk long underwear shirt, t-shirt, plush turtleneck sweater, hooded waterproof camouflage coat, jeans, waterproof camouflage pants, two pairs of socks, and supposedly waterproof hunting boots. An hour later, I was back in the garage, the peeps eyeing me curiously as I wrung out my leather gloves and my left sock, rain water dribbling into a paint bucket.

I weighed the day’s catch. Five pounds. Significantly less than the heft of my soggy gear, but not bad.