first local rhubarb

On a most gorgeous morning this past week, my job was to harvest rhubarb, the first local (oh so thrilling, after the winter that would not end), from Westendlock Farm. The farm sits on a hilltop with views to the Catskills and is surely among the most lovely in the state. A few fluffy white clouds skipped across a very blue May sky. A sow and her piglets romped across a field. This basket is what I carried out.

Nice work if you can get it, huh? Fingernails stained by quarts of rhubarb juice. Who needs a manicure? xo

PS Find les collines at The Farmer’s Wife in Ancramdale now as well!!