steamy illinois, pulling, cutting, digging trees slowly encroaching the once spacious barnyard to what end? room to mow around and repair the barns and a respectable case of poison ivy on forearms, neck and torso.
messy, irritating stuff, but often a necessary evil byproduct of summer work cutting weeds, trees, and doing maintanence on overgrown pasture.
i hear of people pulling ”dead” poison ivy vines in the fall or winter and still contracting the heinous rash. why does this vine still exist to torment landscapers and wackers of weeds?
i’ll soak in a tub of soothing oatmeal and contemplate my first move in the war on the family of poison ivys.