Rhubarb
2025 03 13
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My Aunt Marie's house in Cape Breton is on a little plot of land next door to where her in-laws had their home. The house is still there, but the people are long passed on. One of my fondest childhood memories of visiting there during summer vacations from school, is sneaking into her father-in-law's garden with my cousins, and eating string beans and rhubarb fresh off the vine. I think he expected it, because we never got in trouble for it. Years, decades later, I asked my uncle if his father was ever mad we did that. He wasn't. Made me smile.