Saturday, May 31, 2025

Picking the Rhubarb

Picking the Rhubarb

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

Picking the Rhubarb

Picking the Rhubarb
 There is a smell of honeysuckle in a gentle breeze. 

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

In Victory,
Sherry

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carrie@northwoods scrapbook said...

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

June 2, 2025 at 2:15 PM

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