This is the true sign of spring.
Pretty ugly, ain’t it?
Dirty and bulbous and really, Jen, just what the hell is that thing?
You don’t recognize him?
He’s starting to sprout. At this rate, we’ll be pulling rhubarb by mid-April. I still have 40 (yes, forty) cups of chopped rhubarb in my freezer from last summer.
Pray for me. It’s going to be a long summer.