>It’s not exactly aesthetically pleasing. Muddy brown, with old half-decomposed leaves, sunbleached boards that soaked up their share of snow for months, and a snake-like dead zucchini vine.
It’s not traditionally beautiful. The trellis is falling down, and that is an old broom handle leaning against the wall. One lone (dead) raspberry bush, if you can even dignify it with the term, stands weakly in the dirt, untrimmed last fall and uneaten by the neighborhood wild bunnies over the winter.
But walk around the corner and look closely. Not green, but red: the rhubarb is poking its head through the matted blanket of last fall’s leaves. Mmm. I can taste the muffins already.
>Yay! The snow is gone! Yay for rhubarb…even though I’ve never had it. But it’s alive and looks lovely amongst all the leaves!
>I’m so jealous. In the part of my yard where I Will Build A Garden Someday, there’s still a foot of snow.
>Rhubarb! I had a rhubarb stalk once, while visiting a boyfriend’s home in Minnesota. I’ve always heard rhubarb pie is delicious!
>I work and work on my yard and never seem to make any progress. Still it is fun. I am jealous of your rhubarb, I love rhubarb!
Longer days, new beginnings.
I feel like Snoopy dancing on his toes.
>Lucky you with the rhubarb. I keep forgetting to get a patch of it from my mom…Enjoy those muffins!