When I was taking my property test, quite by accident I discovered that my “happy place” is in Ammon, Idaho. I was a little surprised, to be honest, but tonight spring was in full bloom and I remembered why I could endlessly savor these nights. My dad and I headed out to the garden to pick some rhubarb, and just being around the trees in my backyard is debilitating; the air around the thousands of lush apple blossoms is intoxicating. This smell is second only to the long-awaited rhubarb raspberry pies baking in the oven right now.- rhubarb pie enthusiast
I've never had rhubarb pie, but you suuuuuuuuure make it sound good! And I'm CRAZY about apple blossoms! They're gorgeous. And I miss you immensely.
ReplyDeleteMy brother-in-law made a rhubarb pie two weeks ago from the rhubarb in my parents garden. It was talked about nonstop last weekend as I visited.
ReplyDeleteBetween that and your post, I don't think I can go another week without rhubarb pie.
I am not surprised that Idaho would equal happy place. Not at all.
ReplyDeleteI'm sitting on my parents' porch in Idaho, its a decent place I guess
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