Let's just say the earth wants Iowa to go back to wetlands.
My yard is squishy.
My front ditch is just about full.
I also have a major mess of a garden.
But, I still have some things growing so I had to get out there.
Hiking boots, which is what I normally wear in the garden, just ain't gonna cut it.
So I hauled out my big rubber boots.
I could sink practically to my
knees and I wouldn't get muddy.I'd have trouble moving, but I'd be clean looking.
These boots are the type that go on over shoes.
I put 'em on and my husband asks if they fit.
Did they fit?
Well, they went on, but they were ginormous.
So, here I go walking to the garden in these mammoth rubber boots.
Every time I took a step it made this whoosh sound.
Fun, fun!
But, I made it into the garden.
I got my stuff picked and only almost got stuck once.
Mother Earth was trying to suck me into her depths.
But, I resisted.
And after several mighty tugs, my rubber boots were free.
I have a feeling I will be wearing my big rubber boots many times this year.
