Wintertime, the down time for a vegetable farmer without a greenhouse, finds me in the forest repairing barbed-wire fences. While there, I meander off with my trusty loppers and cut poison ivy vines at the base of the trees they are snaking up. The revelation that this obnoxious plant did not thrive as a woodland plant unless its leaves have access to sunshine surprised me. I happily relieve our forests of this rash-producing pest by simply snipping it off at ground level while taking a walk ...
