Poison Ivy

What better day to start a log than Friday the 13th:

Gardening in Kentucky is turning into a bit more of a challenge than I anticipated. First off is the poison ivy. It's everywhere. My previous garden was in an urban setting. I'm now in the middle of the woods, on a property where no one has tried to remove the PI in the last decade or so.

So it's everywhere. And since it's so much warmer here so early in the year, I'm out in the garden well before last year's bare stems have leafed out. As a result, I've had pretty much consistent poison ivy rash from spring through fall.

And then there are brambles. And Japanese honeysuckle. All intertwined with bindweed and vetch. And I wonder why I'm weary of the task of clearing the little hillside before I even begin.

So today Alex started the weed whacker for me and I edged the much neglected edges. And, in what I edged, I'm pretty sure I whacked up some poison ivy.

So, to end this Friday the 13th on a better note: a picture of a cat.

This is Hargett. (Ignore the weeds). I saw him at the corner gas station, leaned out the window and said "Hey, all the free chicken you can eat." (We feed a raw chicken cat food.) And then gave him my address. A couple days later my mom called me upstairs, opened the door and said, "There's a cat here to see you." And there he was.