RHUBARB, RHUBARB, RHUBARB

I didn’t think anyone would be remotely interested in seeing our letterbox, which is today’s Mono Monday theme, because it’s a bog standard, gold-coloured one on a white uPvc door, so decided instead to have a look around the garden.  

I spotted several little rhubarb leaves coming up in the bed that Mr. HCB has designated just for rhubarb, and decided that this would be much more interesting and apart from which, there is some pareidolia in amongst this crinkley leaf.  If no-one else can see it, I know that my lovely Blip friend, LSquare, will because she is the Queen of Pareidolia!

I then wondered about a title and decided on “Rhubarb, Rhubarb, Rhubarb” and then wondered about its origin.  Apparently, according to Mr. Google, “It originated in a tradition of stage actors, who would repeat the word rhubarb over and over when simulating background conversation, the reason being that “the word ‘rhubarb’ has no sharp or instantly recognisable phonemes (the smallest units of sound in a language) and it’s a very soft word, with nothing that stands out at you.”  

So there you have it - so the next time you are watching something on TV and wonder what the actors are saying, the likelihood is that it’s “Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb”! 

I felt quite a lot better today, so did some clearing out of books this morning, ready to go to the charity shop with lots of other junk stuff that someone else will no doubt treasure after paying a few pennies for it, and the shop will make some money into the bargain.

“Human growth is not like rhubarb; 
     it can be nurtured and encouraged 
          but it cannot be forced.”
Andy Hargreaves

P.S.  Thank you for your kind comments for yesterday’s snowdrops and the beautiful view - with apologies if I didn’t get back to you.