Thanks in advance for indulging me, but I'm totally fascinated by the emergence of this rhubarb plant. What a friggin' miracle! Look how that leaf arrives neatly packed (brainlike!) into a hard red ball and then hatches and unfurls. Have you ever watched a monarch butterfly come out of its chrysalis? It's a lot like that. Just astounding.
Hey, anyone got a good rhubarb poem? A cursory look online yielded some not-so-great efforts. Seems like I've heard Garrison Keillor get off some good rhubarb stuff (as Bertie Wooster would put it). I only ask because this is National Poetry Month and I feel professionally obliged to post poems; then again, maybe this photo and the plant itself are poetry enough.