I thought it would be a nice idea to leave a legacy in the form of a scarecrow, so put up my hand.
There began a scarecrow making frenzy. Of course it all happened with superhero speed, as once I start something I pretty much OBSESS about it until it's complete. Not good for my brain or my family for that matter. Good however, in this case, for Malcolm.
After several trips to the oppy for her garb, and to the hardware store so that my over engineering husband could create a frame which would withstand a cyclone, she sat, frighteningly, in our hallway, for a week, waiting for it to stop raining long enough to be able to enact her erection in the vegie patch.
She only spent a day or so in the hallway, as she freaked us out every time we caught her in our peripheral vision - nightmare causing stuff - the rest of the week, she lay, face down, in a corner of an unused room....
Anyway, she's up now. She's freaking out the kids in the kinder classes who overlook the vegie garden, and not us at home, which is a GOOD thing. She might however be a bit fancy for Malcolm.
Oh, and her name is Lady Muck. My clever sister Sam thought of that. Nice work Sam, although no-one here gets it... don't all husbands call their wives Lady Muck? Or is it just mine?
