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Scratchin’ Like a Hound: The Poison Ivy Encounter That Rubbed Me the Wrong Way

There’s a corner of my backyard that my kids refer to as ā€œThe Secret Garden.ā€ It’s the uppermost patch, right where a storm drainage sewer sits, and it’s been the subject of more landscaping attempts than my hairline.Ā  We, along with the two previous owners, have all tried to make it look presentable—planting flowers, laying […]

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