Uphilldowndale

Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Rhubarb, Rhubarb, Rhubarb

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Look what they’ve done to my rhubarb ma, its the only crumble I could do half right and it’s turning out all wrong…

What no crumble-1

Tom said he didn’t do it, with that heavenward glance and smirk which immediately tells you he was involved; it seems none of my menfolk are blameless*

Tom and Joe kick a ball and it lands in the rhubarb, Spud leaps to retrieve said ball and Mr Uphilldowndale does what he describes as ‘just mowing around it’

Yeh, right

What no crumble 1-1

To be fair the rhubarb has had a rough season due to the lack rain and my inattention, it was not its robust self.

We’ve not been short of rain today, oh no, it has rained stair rods, the white stripe down this photo is the rain

raining stair rods-1

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Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

9 thoughts on “Rhubarb, Rhubarb, Rhubarb

  1. Poor rhubarb. Looks like it has a case of the mizzables. The rain will do it good, I hope. Wish it was bucketing down here. Please send any extra rain our way.

  2. Rhubarb and rain, both the same here. Those things aside, the garden’s looking lovely.

  3. Poor rhubarb. Any chance it might bounce back?

  4. I’ve been inspecting the rhubarb closely and I think it just might do for just one serving of crumble. What a nice wall.

  5. I have rhubarb envy – even damaged rhubarb is better than no rhubarb.

  6. The rhubarb could well bounce back – we had a plant which was buried under spare timber for a year and more – then when the timber was moved, the dang thing flourished. Aaaaaah, rhubarb crumble. Childhood memories.

  7. Lovely wall 🙂 Poor rhubarb ~ crumpled and crumbled before you had a chance at chopping it up. What a downpour ~ we have had a very wet week again, and, although everything is very green, we all need warmed up and dried out!

  8. Rhubarb and Custard narrated by the great Richard Briars.
    The birds were my favourite obviously.

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