The rhubarb has a bit of history behind it. I moved it in an earlier year, and for a good while afterward I genuinely wasn’t sure it would take — there was a lot of worrying involved, checking on it, wondering if I’d damaged the roots too much or put it somewhere it wouldn’t like.
It’s fair to say the worry wasn’t necessary in the end. The leaves this year are enormous — genuinely some of the biggest I’ve grown — and the whole plant looks completely at home in its new spot.
The secret, as far as I can tell, is what’s underneath it. When I replanted it, I buried old wood logs down in the bed before putting the rhubarb back in. As they slowly break down, they hold extra moisture and add rich, humus-heavy organic matter right where the roots can reach it — a bit like a built-in reservoir. Rhubarb is thirsty and hungry by nature, so it seems to have made all the difference.
