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I was drawn, mysteriously, inexorably, to the garden yesterday afternoon, despite the foot of snow on the ground. Step by icy step, I was pulled in through the gate.

What would I find? Why was I there?

I could see naught but barren tomato stakes and fallen branches buried in the snow.

But something else was there.

Something that was pulling me, fiercely.

I fell to my knees, searching, seeking that which was seeking me.

I couldn’t do it alone. I needed help. I ran back to the house! I told 52 to get his shovel and hurry!

HURRY!

Something was under there!!!

TRAPPED! In the snow and ice!

And all the way from its frosty grave, it was pulling me. Seeking me.

Dread prickled down my spine as the digging continued.

Whatever lay in that icy pit of horror, we had to find it, and uncover it–before it pulled me under with it.

Slowly, bit by bit, shovel by shovel–

The figure was freed and I was freed!

Remember–

–him?

You know…..

….I think he could use a new hat.
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I was freaking out!!! I thought it was a chicken… or a rooster. Or some other beloved animal (tho my inner voice kept saying “how would she know exactly where it was if it was a missing animal??”) Thank goodness it was Mr. Scarecrow.
Here in Washington the crocus are up and blooming. Cherry blossoms too. We have had a VERY mild winter and spring has come early.
Sorry. Didn’t mean to rub it in
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~~HUGS~~
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Great ending, tho.
Grace
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there – didn’t want you to lose another animal! scary way to start a morning! at least my heart is beating this morning…
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thanks for the laugh! and yes, he needs an entire new outfit!!
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the pics with your great pyr really got me!
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And that Giant Puppy is the cutest thing ever….
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And thank you so much for never springing a sad story on us with no warning. I read with confidence in your consideration of our sensitivity. (well….mine, anyway.)
Be joyful in this lovely day!
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Love the pics of Giant Puppy.
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You had us all sucked right into that drama…eyes bulging, breath gasping!
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My sister and I collaborated on a scarecrow that we named John Barleycorn- I made a muslin bag for his head and painted a very winsome face, we stuck him in the middle of the garden and then after a hard summer’s work, we burned him in a bonfire. It was kind of surreal and yet neat in a Guy Fawksish sort of way.
At least we put him out of his misery before he was buried in snow.
It made for a fun and slightly macabre autumn night’s festivities, anyway.
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Thanks for the smiles, Suzanne
Poor Mr. Scarecrow looks a bit worse for wear…and definitely scarier than before
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All that was missing in this was a ripped bodice.
heidiannie-that sounds like a good old-fashioned Samhain celebration. You’ll be accuse of witchcraft if you aren’t careful.
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You got me on that story too! Love it Suzanne!
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That was a good one, Suzanne.
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I love your blog and spent the blizzard reading your archives!
I gave you an award on my blog!
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Cute post!
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S L O W L Y
Great post!
~dede~
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U really did scare me there for a minute ..
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Love you posts, Suzanne. Keep up the good work, and a little mystery now and then is good for all.
Grace
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Great post! It is good to mix things up every now and then and scare the bejeebers out of us! Whew!
I agree that Mr. Scarecrow looks waaaaaayyyy too creepy now! Madison says, “Burn it with fire!”
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