Rhubarb endears itself to me a little more each year. A few weeks ago, I found myself suddenly in my childhood home just as Spring took over the landscape, transforming stagnant trees into leafy towers. I walked the perimeter of the property to take it all in and spotted my mother’s rhubarb patch. The rhubarb leaves, poisonous to the bite, looked like a lush green island amidst the yet to be planted garden surrounding it.
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