The rhubarb that is coming up in our yard brings joy for several reasons. I’m thankful to see it poking through the earth, one more sign that spring is really here. I’m thankful for the memories this plant evokes. These very roots were once tended by my grandmother – they were a gift she shared with us shortly after we purchased our house. I’m also thankful for the promise of our first home-grown vegetable of the season. I can almost taste the rhubarb crisp, jam, and compote already. I’ll sneak some into soups and sweet and sour dishes as well. (contributed by Anita Dualeh)
More Gratitude, Day 4: Rhubarb
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Vicki, I’m just diving deeper into Bookology links and am delighted to find your blog: A Year Of Gratitude. And, rhubarb went straight to my heart of hearts. I cannot remember a time that I have ever lived without those luscious expansive green leaves mounding up in a corner of the garden. My early years were spent in the Minnesota gardens of my grandma, my aunts, and my parents … and never did a summer passes without a tart red shiny stock in hand as a garden treat. And oh, the pies. My grandmother’s recipe card, now called my mother’s recipe card for rhubarb pie is sticky, stained, and filled with memories. The beautiful rhubarb I live with now made the trip west with my husband’s family as they moved from Michigan to Colorado and to our current home in Washington. We have passed along starts to family and friends and most recently to a Washington state transplant who was more than sad to leave her rhubarb, a gift from a friend, behind in Alaska.
Thank you for sharing this post, “gratitude”, for rhubarb is embedded in the ver definition of that word.