Having only been in our new home for a week and a half, there is still plenty of exploring and discovery to be had! On one of our Green Hours this week, we decided to see what was beyond the dead end of our street, about a quarter mile away from our house. We’d noticed that there appeared to be a few trails heading off into the woods, and had been wanting to check it out. So we loaded up into Cragbaby’s bright red “birthday wagon” and took off down the street.
Within minutes we were transported into a whimsical, woodland experience – we saw baby squirrels playing hide and seek, heard at least 4 different kinds of songbirds celebrating the sunny morning, and even found a creek that will make for great wading fun in a few months! The creek had plenty of stones that made it easily fordable, and a trail on the other side that led to a neighborhood with a giant field that will be perfect for C and his Daddy to fly radio-controlled airplanes together!
Cragbaby found lots of walking sticks, and also some soft fuzzy moss growing in a big clump on the north side of a tall oak tree. His favorite discovery, however, was a group of delicate brown mushrooms hanging out in the shade underneath a rhododendron bush. He poked, prodded, and pointed all morning until time slipped away and we had to run some errands.
We enjoyed everything about our woodsy morning expedition except for one thing: POISON IVY! The trail was clear, and for the most part along the creekbed, but it was quite prolific deep in the underbrush, and I’m sure its gonna do nothing but grow, grow, grow in the coming months. So even though Cragbaby was frolicking about without a care in the world, I was scurrying around, constantly scanning a few steps ahead, making sure he wasn’t about to face plant into a nasty three-leaved patch.
So I guess until C and I can have our first plant identification lesson, I’ll have to be doubly careful for the both of us on our outdoor treks, whether we’re down the street, at the crag, or even in our own backyard (yes, last week I also found a small poison ivy clump cozying up next to some irises along our backyard fence, hoping to go unnoticed).
I know that I for one spent a good number of weeks each summer as a child suffering from that itchy, oozy, red rash. In many cases the culprit was our outdoor cat, who liked rolling around in the horrible weed before deciding to shower the neigborhood children with affection. In between my toes, all over my legs, arms, and chest, including one case on my face so severe that my eyes were swollen shut – poison ivy and I have had quite the tumultuous relationship, so I may border on vigilante when it comes to poison ivy prevention. But whether you have wee ones or not, I think its very important to make sure you know what to look out for – if you’re unsure, or are just looking for some poison ivy fun facts, click here.
Anyone else out there have any poison ivy war stories to share? I always love commiserating with a fellow comrade!