because i switch houses in late spring for the better half of the year’s stay, essentially moving from city to country, there’s a lot of things on my to do list right about now. upon our arrival, the growing season greets me like a lion (tigress? 
) with what i have come to accept as my monster rhubarb patch. it’s heaving, “hello!” by the time we arrive. the little shop of horrors never failing to cross my mind as we roll up the driveway, boxes and cats in tow.
