The rhubarb is shaking its fist at the sky. I think I know how it feels, though it’s interesting that this particular crown is always that much more cantankerous than the more mature clump by the greenhouse…

The veg patch greets the new year with rhubarb. Quite possibly the first thing the garden gives us after Christmas to stick into a pudding, things like hellebores and snowdrops – even daffodils – being a touch on the toxic side…