Our house is over 130 years old. We have lots of mature trees and plants that have been here forever. We bought our house ten years ago and we are still finding mysteries inside and outside of it.
We have a mint patch that is in full bloom. I think it was planted by Joe's great-aunt, who owned the house before we did. She hadn't lived in the house for several years prior to our buying it, and used it as a two-apartment rental.
Anyway, last night Spenser and I were watering the herb garden and strawberry plants and she was trying to show me something she and Joe had planted near the mint patch. Of course I noticed the pesky, giant weeds that are impossible to get rid of, so I quickly pulled a few. When I saw these giant leaves, I thought I'd get rid of them, too ... Until I realized (or maybe I just think) that it's rhubarb.
For ten years this plant has survived Lera's torture. I've cut it. Pulled it. And it's been mowed over many times. And, I am now just realizing (or hoping and praying) that it is rhubarb. I've been driving my friends and family crazy with the notion that I want to grow rhubarb. I think almost every conversation I've had recently has ended with my talking about rhubarb. And now, I'm not sure how much longer this plant will live, being that it's been maimed and assaulted for ten years.