When we first moved into our unit, a fellow gave me a couple of crowns of rhubarb which I duly planted. In fact, they were the first inhabitants of a planter box that I bought as I was aware I would be no good looking after plants at ground level. The rhubarb thrived and, every few week or so, I pick 6 or 7 stalks which Marilyn stews for my cereal. Not being a gardener, I didn't realise that the crowns have to be broken up each year or the garden will become over-crowded, like mine is now.
I can't keep up with the over-growth and none of my friends want the stuff. I checked Google which told me smugly that I should have broken them up in early- Spring and, either, given away the extra crown or put them in the Fogo bin. It's useless telling me what I should have done four months ago so I'll just have to make a note in my diary that, on September 1st, 2024, I must break up my rhubarb crowns.
I made an effort his morning and thinned out the stalks that are ready for eating and I collected 36. They're all long, plump and healthy so I halved them, put them in bundles of 12 and tied them up with leftover Christmas ribbon. Marilyn suggested I take them to the library (?) and leave them for people to take home. The librarians were delighted to accept them so I piled them on a spare table and left quickly.
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