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So we started planting yesterday (since the moon said it was time) and I got a hankering to make a scarecrow. I always get a hankering to do something else whenever somebody tries to hand me a hoe.
I used garden stakes. Two by fours would work fine, or whatever you have available. You need one about six feet tall and one about four feet long for the crossbar. (I ended up adding a second, shorter, crossbar to keep the legs in position.)
I dug up an old shirt I didn’t care about anymore and slid it onto the top crossbar.
There, he’s gonna look nice, isn’t he?
Well, he needs to pull his pants up.
You’d think he’d be embarrassed to be caught with his pants down like that.
That’s better.
I attached the old jeans with a screw and tied twine around the bottom of each leg….
….and started stuffing his arms, legs, and chest with straw.
I even gave him a little straw kerchief in his pocket. I left some straw poking up out of his collar and nailed a hat to the top of the vertical stake.
This is when I got 52 to add an extra, shorter crossbar, to keep his legs in a jaunty pose.
He looks real jaunty now, doesn’t he?
Except if you look a little closer….
That lazy decision I made to not do something like stuff a pillowcase for his head suddenly seems like maybe the wrong decision because….
….he doesn’t look jaunty at all. He looks like…. The Headless Scarecrow!
I don’t even want to go into the garden anymore. That scarecrow is freaking me out.
I’m telling you, I can’t go in there! Don’t try to make me!
Would you just look at that???
YOU CAN’T EXPECT ME TO HOE NOW!!!
