My blog title of Yard Therapy was born out of my belief that working in the yard and loving it is part of my genetic assemblage and I need it to make me whole. Doing the happy dance while mowing or singing to the hum of the mower just seems natural. For me, I think it's either the vibration of the mower handle or for sure it's looking over the landscape after the mowing is done and seeing how good things look.
The anti-Christ of yard therapy is POISON IVY! And yes, that beast has yet again found itself too close to me. So while I'm suffering from some unknown brush with that 3 leafed monster - please enjoy the two videos below while I (try not to) scratch.
Remember LEAVES OF THREE - LET IT BE!
The first, how it happens - what a nasty green beast:
The second, how it consumes you (kind of sorta) or a way to pass the time waiting for the rash from hades to clear up:
Is that me? Come on, geez - I dance much worse!!!
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