Herman

Herman was the perfect host.

Herman

Herman

I name all my scarecrows Herman. It just seems to fit.

Made of cast-offs and stuffed with balloons, Herman donned his WallyWorldHalloweenHat and helped set up the tea party in field at Flowers Proper. He waited for his young guests to arrive in an old farmhouse kitchen chair, that had been pulled into the morning sun. (It was chilly this morning.)

With a sublime smile, he greeted his guests and invited them to sit down for light refreshments. Later they would fill their little blue pails with butterfly kissed zinnias.

Towards the end of the garden party, Herman drew the men closer and spoke words of wisdom. Herman was the perfect host.

Soon it was time for his friends to leave. And so, he packed up his garden party gear and headed to the house.

September Saturday Blessings from the Exile’s Kitchen.