I love rhubarb! The color, the tart, it being a sign that summer is getting close! My mother has always grown huge stalks in her garden, so much so that it looks more like a huge bush. When I was a kid I used to imagine I was an Olympian doing hurdles when I would rush toward the rhubarb, jump it, and clear it. I felt like a horse jumping a fence. I went back to Michigan last year and my mom and I harvested her crop: Note the wheelbarrow…
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