Publisher's Synopsis
What's this, Grandma, asked Olivia, as she slowly pulled out a long piece of brightly colored wool wrapped around several thin wooden poles. Well now Olivia, that is my Grandma Bertha's secret umbrella, said Elizabeth to her granddaughter. It braids the rain. When it rains and you hold the umbrella straight up, the rain runs along the stitching and when it runs off the umbrella, the rains twists and twirls into a braid, just like when Taylor or Ashley braids your hair. Olivia looked at her grandma. No, Grandma, an umbrella can't braid the rain. Oh, my yes, it can, said Olivia's Grandma Elizabeth, with a little smile on her lips and a mysterious twinkle in her eyes. And so the story unfolds of the secret long hidden, unfolding a simple story of love and hope and the magic that comes from Grandma.
