Fearless Faith

Six decades, five states, four varieties and pies too many to count, the saga of a rhubarb dynasty was thought complete, brought to a standstill by last years’ drought and the harsh winter of ‘22-’23. Hills reverently divided and shared — a garden eucharist — found a place at the table among family members, friends, acquaintances and neighbors. “Borrowed,” split, and shared, the various hills were garden currency of a sort. Twenty-four hills from recent gardening years bore both red and green varieties, some sturdy and robust, others tender and crimson hued, all accompanied by the same advice,...