I always imagine of some sort of sea creature when I hear the word scape. Maybe it's because it sounds like skate, that ray-like fish. Recently, when I was presented with a bucket full of these twisting tendrils, I wasn't convinced that they weren't from the sea instead of the garden. Scapes are the long… 0

Rhubarb does not emerge softly from the soil in the spring. It explodes out of the ground, punching through the dirt with its pink-green fists. Those fists are tightly wrapped leaf buds, crinkly and small at the start. Upon discovering sunlight, the leaves rise into the air on their sturdy stalks, unfurling as they… 0