BRONZE RHUBARB BOWL BY JESS WHEELER bedstead Even the mighty blue whale

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the village gossip with eyes like a hawk

BRONZE RHUBARB BOWL BY JESS WHEELER bedstead Even the mighty blue whaleA bronze bowl cast from life. Rhubarb grows from a bright pink knuckle in the wintered soil, slowly at first and then with increasing luxuriance, announcing the new Spring. As children, our Granny would take my siblings and me to her rhubarb patch, whose leaves towered over us like fairytale parasols, to collect the bright pink stems, cook them, pickle them, share with each other. "I still get excited every year when the first signs of rhubarb appear