Hedgerows outline fields of black soil planted with various crops. It smells of flowers, sunbaked earth, and vegetables. You can almost taste them. A barn-like structure stands at the entrance to the fields. Its sides bear carved and painted scenes of harvests and plenty. All along its roof line stand straw effigies of people—men, women, and children, all dressed in clothes. It seems a strange place for scarecrows.

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