Rhubarb

and a pretty skirt

After work, went for a garden walk with my dogs and noticed how the rhubarb has come on beautifully

I am going to make rhubarb crumble for my friend who lives alone and is 55 tomorrow. It’s breezy in Dublin and actually quite cold, and as I bent over to harvest the rhubarb, a strong breeze blew my skirt like a wave on the sea.

The contrast between the natural green of rhubarb leaves and silk of my skirt is quite lovely, I think.

Mark Moriarty’s recipe here