Civilization is an Illusion but Rhubarb is Real

 I started reading Kate Quinn’s “The Rose Code” a couple of days ago. So far – I’m loving it.

“Civilization isn’t an illusion.”

“Oh, it is. The horrors are real. This” – waving a hand – “is all gossamer.”

Terrifying, but true.

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In other news. The birds that build a nest in a light fixture above our garage have hatchlings. Our garden, while overgrown with weeds, has lettuce, kale and a few radishes. The peas are a mess – they refuse to grow up the bamboo sticks (I set those up at regular intervals because, surely, the peas would wind their way up the sticks, isn't that what peas do?) and I’m going to have to figure out something else… or just let them be a tangled mess.

Kids (well, older daughter, mostly) baked a chocolate cake for Mother’s Day and it was absolutely delicious.

The girls and I peeled and diced a Huge Amount of rhubarb. Honestly, I don’t know how many pounds that turned out to be – we probably had about 20 or 30 big fat stalks (from the store, not home-grown, although I would love to plant some rhubarb). Some of that is now frozen and some is awaiting its turn to go into scones or pie.

Dear reader – do you like rhubarb? What do you do with it?