An icy cold and wet winter's morning.
Four layers of clothing and water proofs on top.
A knife each and a few black crates.
The rhubarb harvest.
A visit from my Mum. Some help snipping from Miss Jazzy.
Long red stalks. Lots of talk of the future. A growing pile of leaves that are poisonous.
Some photos. Some posing. Some silliness.
A few glorious rays of sunshine.
A taste and a realisation that rhubarb is only good when cooked. Yuk!
Freezing cold fingers working quickly, snip, snip, snip.
A couple of crates filled.
And then up to the house to weigh out the bundles and tie them up with string. A few of my favourite things.
To market, to farmer's market in the morning. With apples and beetroot and rhubarb.
And then home again, home again to make crumble. Delish.
I hope your weekend is wonderful.
And delicious.Have you got something fun planned?
Have you got a fave way to eat the rhubarb?