In Fall of 2013, I moved the rhubarb crowns from under the propane tank of my new ‘home’ to a dry garden bed with rescued from mowing operations, Irises
In Summer of 2015, I quit harvesting from the first transplant who put up a seed stalk…
In Summer of 2016, I did the same on another transplant that put forth a seed stalk –
In Summer of 2019, I had one baby rhubarb, about 2 feet away from the 2015 stalk
This spring, of 2020?
Another Baby Rhubarb, about 4 feet from the 2016 stalk and 5 feet away from the 2015 one…
Moral of the story?
Mother Nature cares not about my understanding of distance, time or clumsy operations – She finds the way forth!