Where This Meets That
In our last episode of Falcone’s Great Outdoors, we saw our hero reveling in a resurrected redbud sapling before romanticizing the irony of a neighboring stalk of poison ivy.
As wonderful as my Easter weekend was, I shared it with leprous boils on my forearms. My right forearm is especially nasty, with welts of infection that look like I repelled an Indiana Jones bullwhip attack.
I’m just glad I was as vigilant as I was when I first discovered it. Otherwise, I’d likely be wandering the streets today (OK, working in my home office) wearing sackcloth, decrying myself as “Unclean! Unclean!”
No other way to put it: poison ivy STINKS!