my husband and I picked these dramatic berries on a walk along the mississippi river, just before he left for a winter camping trip, he proceeded to spend 3 nights in a tent in the snow, wearing long underwear that had been contaminated by the lovely, cream colored berries that turned out, in the end, to be poison ivy. steve’s lividly-welted and inflamed torso is the only STILL blog related casualty that we know of so far.
along the banks of the mississippi river, saint paul, minnesota
Beautiful berries and artfully arranged photo, but as a poison ivy sufferer, your husband has my sympathy!
Yeah, he deserves sympathy for sure. It took steroids to get the inflammation under control. I am a bit embarrassed that we didn’t know that poison ivy had berries. Did you? I was only aware of the three almond-shaped leaflets. Sigh.
I knew about the white berries being poison ivy because a friend had a similar experience – thought they would make a lovely fall arrangement (and they did!) and learned soon after – the hard way – that they were really poison ivy vines. Caladryl really helps dry up the rash, the pink kind, not the clear. It’s miserable!