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For the love of rhubarb
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For as long as I can remember, I've been in love with my rhubarb.It's a one-sided relationship, to be sure. If there can be such a thing as a relationship with a garden plant.It may sound counterintuitive, having a soft spot in one's heart for a fruit that can't even be described as sweet (nor return my affections for that matter), but my devotion isn't for the rhubarb, per se. It's what the rhubarb represents.It starts with humble beginnings, when the rhubarb emerges from the soil in the spring, looking more like an alien than a plant.