The Rhubarb Comes Home at Last

Last summer, I mentioned on this blog that I was looking for rhubarb.  I had placed some raspberries beside our small rhubarb patch and the berries were spreading their roots.  Only the raspberries survived the encounter.

Rosanne sent an e-mail this way offering rhubarb plants.  (Rosanne and I were high school class mates.)  The invitation was gladly accepted. 😀  Then the tractor broke before I could till the ground for the transplants.  It was winter by the time I had the tractor back in service. 🙁  Yesterday, the plant transfer was finally accomplished.

After an hour-long trip, Sylvia and I enjoyed a nice visit with Rosanne and Dale.  On our way to lunch at a local golf course, we had a tour of their church, which was built in 1915.  It is beautiful!  After lunch, where we saw another classmate, we visited Gee Farms.  The Gee family runs Michigan’s largest retail nursery.  Rosanne works in their office one day a week.  Unfortunately, the camera was back in our car and so we have no pictures.

After returning to Rosanne and Dale’s home and with tools in hand we made our way to the rhubarb beds.  The work began.

Sylvia prepares to take the first plant

Soon, an entire row of plants has been removed

That's a lot of rhubarb in my car's trunk

After returning home, the plants were set in our garden

It will take water and natural fertilizer to make these flourish

With the plants in place our new garden is [mostly] full.  A new asparagus bed on the top and the rhubarb on the lower provide a border of perennials on the two longer sides.  Thanks Rosanne and Dale we’ll think of you often as we look at our garden.  We also enjoyed our time together yesterday.

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About Chuck

I am retired after a career in electronics and in publishing. Today, my wife of 50+ years, Sylvia, and I live in a house on a hill beside a dirt road in rural west Michigan. We enjoy living in this country environment where livestock and wild life out number the human population.

4 thoughts on “The Rhubarb Comes Home at Last

  1. A friend of mine made some wonderful Rhubarb jam. This reminds me of going to Ionia to Shirley Zieglar’s home to enoy a visit and harvest some from her patch. She had the largest Rhubarb plot I’ve seen. Wanda and I enjoyed our visits with her and Rod. Thanks for sharing your story.

  2. Well, that was nice of them to give you so many plants! My neighbor has one that I go and mooch off of. I love strawberry rhubarb pie! And rhubarb sauce over vanilla ice cream. YUM! You’ll certainly enjoy that bounty when it comes. 🙂

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