Wednesday, June 29, 2005

My Granddad died in about 1996, but he remains in spirit and memory, and also in the rhubarb that prospers in my folks' back garden. This was his rhubarb. I think plants are the best form of heirloom, or gift to the next generation. Mom made some gorgeous rhubarb crumble when I was back home. Each bite transmuted the soul of Philip Weate into succulent fruity bliss, set to renew its flavours in perpetuity. Amen. Posted by Hello


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