March 27, 2014
Over the years, many plants have come and gone for me. But I will never forget my very first love. She was a rhubarb. Tall and slender with thick, red stalks. Leaves as dark green as can be with pink streaks. She was strong and tough and came back to me, loyally, year after year. I miss that rhubarb.
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