The Charm of Home: Picking the Rhubarb

Saturday, May 31, 2025

There is a rooster on the next road over crowing all hours of the day.

There is a smell of honeysuckle in a gentle breeze.

I am out this Saturday evening picking the rhubarb. You know what this means? There will be pie soon!

In Victory,

Sherry

carrie@northwoods scrapbookJune 2, 2025 at 2:15 PM
How glorious! I haven't picked my rhubarb just yet - but soon. Is there anything better than strawberry rhubarb anything?? Lol
Blessings on your week ahead. xo
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