It’s never too late to be what you might have been. -George Eliot

My Grandmother used to say “rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb” when someone was blathering away and making  no sense.  I loved the saying and I love the word. (I also adore the vegetable!)

I live in the Sunshine State, close to the beach, the opposite side of the country and a world away from where I was born. I am a mum to geek boy, wife to the skipper, and I teach part time, assist in the running of our business in my ’spare time’, and try and write as much as I can. 

This blog is a journey of self, a place where I ramble and write about anything that arises. A lot of rhubarb, and little whine here or there.

 

 

SPEAKING RHUBARB

“Rhubarb rhubarb ruby roo. Do you, rhubarb, speak it too?”
“Rhubarb, yes I, rhubarb, do speak rhubarb rhubarb ruby roo.”

David Grinstead