winter's rhubarb

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?
Do tell.

Bye xx