Obsession.
by Ashley Weeks Cart
The array of scarecrows at The Clark Art Institute’s Family Days was impressive.
I particularly adored the full-scale scarecrow cow and this eerily accurate scarecrow of Pissarro.
Sunny did not so much enjoy these straw wonders.
I was delighted to learn about a scarecrow making workshop in mid-July.
Sesame Seed, don’t go ruining this for me by rupturing any membranes that day.
James pointed out that we have no use for a scarecrow.
And I pointed out that it’s high time then to buy a farm.
Complete with chickens.
And their Eglus.
And sheep. Because I’ve decided that they’re an essential addition thanks to their endless supply of wool and my new fascination with knit bombing.
Is this not a brilliant rationale for farm-ownership?