Itchy

The joys of country living. Poison Ivy should be a summertime only issue, but I managed to get it in December. My wife called me from just down the road the other night. In some high winds, a tree had come down across the road. Since she was almost within sight of home, she asked me to come help, rather than taking a several mile detour to get home the other way. I brought out a chainsaw and cut enough to open the lane, and a neighbor happened by and helped me get it off the road. The tree was literaly smotherd with poisin ivy vines, and in spite of being pretty careful, I somehow managed to get a case. Itchy, itchy, itchy.