The poison ivy debacle
continues, and I'm an unhappy camper.
Yesterday morning, I got a steroid shot,
and by last night, some of the whelps
had gone down.
But the itching, the scratching continues.
I wake up at night clawing at myself.
For someone who never
took poison ivy seriously before,
I've gained a new
for this venomous, virulent, vicious,
noxious, pernicious, malignant plant.
While I'd planned to keep our garden
as organic as possible,
my new battle cry is death to poison ivy
by any means possible.
Of course, the problem is that I encountered it
along the tree line that needs further
cleaning out on both sides of the creek,
not in the garden area.
And, yes, I did venture up to the
old house place on the sandy hill
to dig jonquils and iris for transplanting.
Oh, and the treks into the woods
because I wanted to follow another creek.
What's a girl gonna' do?
Stay out of the woods?
Don't think so.
But if it happens again?
I might give it some serious consideration.