I have been following George Orwell's diary (1940) via this blog. The other day he mentioned that his rhubarb was sprouting. I went out behind the white building last night, and sure enough, there it was. I planted this wad a few years ago, and was able to cut some for eating last year. Our neighbor at the end of the field also gave us a start of his wife's mother's old-fashioned variety. No sign of it coming up yet. If anyone has any good rhubarb recipies, send them my way. I love it pretty much everyway I've tried it.