There is something particularly exciting about the first harvest of the year, which in Minnesota is typically:

…rhubarb.

It’s the first time of the year you get your knees in the dirt (and a fair amount under your finger nails if you’re doing it right). And you hack off so much green and branch, you can barely take a selfie with your bounty:

And then you trim,

…and wash,

…and chop,

…and go to sleep with the earth in your skin, conjuring up rhubarb recipes in your head.