It happens every year. I try my best not to be tempted. But that feeling of being outside on a clear summer’s day and immersing myself totally into nature is what I yearn for all winter. Being at one with the soil, shovel in hand, pulling out weeds with a vengeance and planting with abandon. That sheer joy of a perfectly groomed garden patch.
And she waits for that moment when my guard is down. When I’m engrossed with the job at hand and forgetting myself. Or even when I’m not even near her…second hand contact. Each time I believe I can avoid her and each time I realize what an illusion that is!
Ivy, Sumac, Oak and who knows what others. I thought I wouldn’t get the poison this year…I did everything I was supposed to and the night after I thought, I’d won this time.
The following morning, one innocent bump appeared on my arm. “oh, that’s nothing”, I thought. Wrong. It has now spread rampage…my right hand has the worst with bits on the rest of my body.
My mother, brother and I have always been sensitive to the poisons. It’s not too bad if it’s not in a prominent place…but if it’s on your face and neck, hands…people tend to look at you as if you have a contagious disease. We could get it even if we were standing somewhere and the wind blew in our direction. Or if someone were burning wood or brush and it was in there. If clothing, etc. had been near it and we touched it. Any outdoor pets who had been close to it…it would all affect us.
First the bumps. Then the itching(nighttime itching is the worst). And lastly, the oozing before it would dry up.
I have large bandaids on my hands now when I go out in public. It’ll go away in a day or so and I will forget about it once again…until next year! When I once again… dance with Ivy.
til next time…Eva