Rhubarb: A rite of spring
Growing up on the farm, going to the garden behind the house and picking rhubarb was a rite of spring.
My mom made sauces, cakes, pies and desserts from our rhubarb, and I enjoyed them all.
When my husband, Brian, moved from Grand Forks, N.D., to the farm where we live, near Larimore, N.D., my mom and dad planted rhubarb in our garden.
Each spring, soon after the snow melts, I go out to the garden to see whether the rhubarb is peaking out of the ground, yet.
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