I have been making trips into the woods behind the house this week picking red raspberries. We have a bowl full and the thinking at the house is vanilla ice cream and berries. I have been picking at first light as it's been so hot and the mosquitoes have enjoyed having me there. I have been dressed in boots and long pants so I don't get poison ivy. When I was younger I went black berry picking with my sisters. They didn't get poison, but boy I got it for all of us. I believe the poison got me a trip to the doctor. We had an uncle, Uncle Floyd that was a joker (I seem to have a few stories from my youth of Uncle Floyd). He suggested that I put bleach on my legs, which of course I did. Don't do that, while he got a laugh out of it, I remember that it hurt.
