Monday, 23 February 2009
A few years ago, I joined a group of artists who were spending a day painting and drawing on an organic farm. With rare breeds and young farm animals in abundance, few were interested in a large vegetable patch which contained a large number of scarecrows. When alone with them, several wanted to chat - they can get quite lonely you see.
One told me that they had been grown from scarecrow seed that the farmer's wife had scattered around the garden at the time of full moon. Others told me how lonely it was, but at least they had each other for company.