Normally I wouldn't get so excited about a sink full of freshly cut rhubarb, but the fact that it came from our own garden gets me all jiggly happy!
Last July, shortly after we moved here, Vegas ran over the patch with the lawn tractor so forget that crop (thanks, dear husband) - LOL! This year he was warned to stay well away from the only edible thing growing on this land, and if I saw the dogs take a pee on my precious little crop I would cut off their wieners.
The rhubarb grew like a charm, only needing an occasional weeding and voilà: a feast for slugs!
*those damn pests, grrrr*
So today I had to go cut the biggest stalks or we would lose everything: the big green leaves look like swiss cheese and the plants are all droopy :-(
I managed to collect about a quarter of the crop:
I don't know what will happen to the rest of the rhubarb. I can't say I'm too fussed about it right now as I have a giant bag of chopped stalks in the fridge ready to be transformed into a rhubarb-apple crumble (...what Vegas wants... LOL) and another big bag in the freezer for i-don't-know-what. Not too sure what one does with so much rhubarb. Um.
Tell me, what grows in your garden?
PS: Vegas, quit messing up my polls! You're allowed ONE vote only and I don't care that you have three computers, we all know you voted for the boobies - three times! LOL
/end of Yummeh post/