Rhubarb season came late this year. At least at my grocery store, anyway. For months (or at least weeks), every time Kyle went to the store, I’d yell, “Check for rhubarb!” as he walked out the door.
If I were a different person, I might have loaded two small children into their car seats in a pandemic and pushed my SUV of a stroller through a crowded Sa…
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