In the autumn of last year, I had removed the sundress and hat from my "scarecrow" during the garden's end-of-season putting to bed process. The wind and snow over the winter had toppled the simple board framework that formed a vertical "body" and perpendicular "arms" reminiscent of an old-fashioned telephone pole. (See left side of photo.) Mentioning to Dick that I needed to set it upright again to ready it for its summer attire, he apparently tucked the thought away to retrieve later. He frequently rides his four-wheeler across our property to an adjacent piece of land where his friend, Pat, lives. This day, Pat had a large, plastic Santa targeted for the landfill. Immediately, Dick thought scarecrow. That would be the first thought to pop into everybody's head, right? Incredulously, Pat said, "She's not gonna want that in her garden!" "Oh, yes, she will," was Dick's rapid-fire reply. And he was right.