Slow Sunday Scenes: Grab Life by the Bowls

 Once I said to a scarecrow, "You must be tired of standing in this lonely field."
and he said, "The joy of scaring is a deep and lasting one, and I never tire of it."
Said I, after a minute of thought, "It is true; for I too have known that joy."
Said he, "only those who are stuffed with straw can know it."
Then I left him, not knowing whether he had complimented or belittled me.
A year passed, during which the scarecrow turned philosopher.
And when I passed by him again I saw two crows building a nest under his hat.

(The Scarecrow, Kahlil Gibran)

The Claremont Scarecrow party continues, with a cluster of them outside city hall watching over the proceedings of the farmers' market. I settled in nearby, with a fruit bowl in hand, to watch the passing, to and fro, along the street in front of me. A lot of familiar faces out there this morning. The mrs. thought some of those little papier-mache flowers at Rio de Ojas would make a colorful addition to the cycling shrine, so I picked up a little bouquet to bring home.

regrettably, some trashy folk sat here before, and worse,  they may have left their basura in front of...

an impressionable youngster, who also left something