Il Pleut! It's Raining!...
...The French have word for it, il pleut. It sounds much like one spitting out chewing gu, but that rather describes some rainy days. Reminiscent of the canals of Venice, the gutters and streets of Barberton are full of water racing to somewhere, but not fast enough to avoid creating small rivers and lakes all over town. At first, the kid in me wants to go outside to splash in all that liquid fun, but the I remember that I don't own any rubber boots. Note to self: must buy some Wellies. Looking at all that water I realize that I have come into this wet season totally unprepared for the challenge of the slog. Though I do have a couple of umbellas and a wonderful rain hat that makes me look like Wilson, the neighbor from Home Improvement who always stood behind his fence, I still have no proper slicker or boots. One would think that as a gardener I would already have all the right gear for slogging around in the wet and the mud, but,alas, I do not. Now the challenge is to f