There’s something deeply satisfying about the rhythm of cutting back asparagus. It’s a yearly ritual that asks you to pay attention, to check the weather, to feel the soil temperature with your hand. In a world that demands instant results, the asparagus plant shrugs and says, “See you next spring.”
That patience isn’t just for the garden—it applies to your inbox, your relationships, and that novel you keep meaning to write. Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is stop harvesting, let the ferns grow wild, and trust that the roots are doing their job.
So grab your pruners, pour yourself a glass of something crisp, and thank your asparagus for another year of grace. Then cut back the stalks, imagine the energy sinking down into the earth, and look forward to the moment when those first spears pierce the soil again. You’ve earned the rest.
