Suddenly a swelling red bud pushes up through the dark soil. In the same place every year, it shines with its explosive power – the Rhubarb/ Rheum rhabarbarum. Its place that has been the same throughout my lifetime and beyond. Promising acidity in food and delicious pies to invite friends to visit. At the same time, the child in me cheers when I see, in the corner of my eye, the swaying movement of the White wagtail / Motacilla alba. – Now it’s time to get the bike out again … I hear my dad say. The White wagtail was the sign that the earth had dried up and the frost had left the ground. The heart rejoices.