has its highs and lows. Today I had the fearful task of removing poison ivy from the backyard. Armed with several clipping devices and dressed to the teeth in old clothing that covers the entire body I began clipping away. No. I didn't get all of it....I never do, but I got enough to satisfy me.
On to the joy......
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I know whereof you speak re:PI - inadverantly I grew a vine on the MO farm's front porch column - gee it was pretty. Then an uncle splained to me what it was and why I should get rid of it. I think that's why I ended up with severe poison ivy allergy - touching that vine. Or maybe it was the PI's revenge. You just never know.
Lovely flowers!!
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