365Caws is now in its 14th year of publication, and was originally intended to end after 365 days. It has sometimes been difficult for me to find new material, particularly during the winter months, but now as I enter my own twilight years, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to provide daily posts. It is my hope that along the way I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world. If so, I can rest, content in the knowledge that my work here has been done.
Wednesday, January 24, 2024
A Sure Sign
Day 103: And what is this I see? Why, it's the nose of Spring, poking out from under the covers, waking, but not yet ready to get out of bed. Timely that I polished off the last of the frozen rhubarb in a vitamin-C laden crumble last week, anticipating this year's crop, for that is what this is: the first leaf-bud of rhubarb, and a sure sign that the gardening season is on the cusp. My plant, given to me some years ago by a friend, has finally established itself with a vengeance. I too have joined the ranks of people who ask, "Do you want some fresh rhubarb?" of our acquaintances. Unlike zucchini growers, though, I know of no one who leaves bundles of this heritage comestible in the backs of strangers' pickup trucks or, like foundlings, on unattended doorsteps.
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