Talking about Rhubarb!

gettin' fresh!

A couple years ago, I spent the summer on a farm in Brittany, France, doing some gardening, raising some chickens, and picking baskets and baskets’ worth of fresh fruit from the trees and bushes tucked around the property. There was a wild-looking, unstaked raspberry patch about 4′ by 6′ that yielded bowl upon bowl of the sweetest, most tender raspberries anyone has ever tasted. There were the two aging cherry trees, which I had to climb a ladder to divest of their harvest. And the plums, which just fell to the ground for me to pick up. All of these were wondrous, but the most intriguing were a couple of 3-foot-high plants sitting at the edge of the vegetable plot. Their huge, deep green leaves and brilliant red stems gave them a tropical allure, even in Brittany, which has the chilly, humid weather of its namesake, Britain. Though the climate…

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