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When I was growing up, I was wary of the rhubarb growing in the back garden. Of all the plants in our yard, it was the only one that came with a warning: Do not eat the leaves. The warning was so stern, it left me with the impression that if I were to so much as brush a leaf with my tongue it would be lights out for me. Which is not to suggest I wandered around the garden licking plants, but strange things have been known to happen and who knows? One of them could have resulted in tragic tongue-to-leaf contact. (A six-year-old's brain is an interesting place.)
Somehow it makes me feel much better knowing that if I accidently eat a leaf I won't die. It's hard for me to imagine what circumstance would cause this event to transpire, but then the whole licking thing didn't make a lot of sense thirty-five years ago. I guess a forty-year-old brain is also an interesting place. If you have any questions or comments, please send them to me at vanessa@gardenmuse.ca.
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