Monday, June 27, 2011

Poor Scarecrow

Recently Barbara of Folkways Notebook [see side bar] showed some scarecrows which reminded me of this lady who might possibly have been called a scarecrow until she was disrobed about a month ago. For two years I've been passing her standing rather enigmatically in an untended lawn of a house that seemed occupied. She wore a skirt and blouse and a very long strand of plastic beads. Naturally the weathering she endured left her clothing in sad disarray and more and more tattered as seasons passed. But now, while her hair-do stands up to wind and rain far better than mine does, she reveals her severely anorexic body and I long to see her clothed again. I drive past her several times a week and keep an eye on her. I"m sure the house behind her is occupied but the occupants are not into gardening as nearly all of their neighbors are.


Ladydy5 aka: Diane Yates said...

June, you must offer your services, go knock on that door and tell them you would like to dress her skinny, unkept look.


June -- Her body looks barren probably just like the garden she used to guard. I laughed when I saw the poor thing yet felt sad for her nakedness. -- barbara