At the close of this seemingly neverending sky-slush season, let me just say: thank goodness for rhubarb. Seriously.
There’s something about those rosy stalks with their bright green leaves that are just inherently cheerful. I’ve been buying it by the armful this past month, and complete strangers on the street, when they saw the stalks poking out of my bag, smiled at me or gave me a nod. Seems like I’m not the only one who considers them a harbinger of spring.
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