I find it hard not to think of the next season. In March I had 3 weeks in Portugal where the weather was colder than here, came home to early fruit blossom and asparagus at the allotment and day after day of beautiful weather. In my heart Spring has sprung and Summer is here.
Your asparagus has appeared? Mine hasn't. And I live in the centre of the garden of England, with the UK's record hottest day, and all that. What's going on?