Thursday, May 26, 2016
It is always a good day when one of these guys show up in the yard. So many millions have been produced, I'm surprised I don't run into them everywhere in the world. I played with them as a child, in the dirt, with my Matchbox cars. My brother's G.I. Joe's were verboten but little green army men could disappear without a fuss.
These brave soldiers are never in good shape when found. I usually yell "Medic!" when the hens unearth one. Each is a tiny ancient sculpture, unique, tragic...and yet, a toy. Loved.
Cheers! To the little green army man... Caught in an endless war of the best kind. Completely driven by imagination, fun and children's delight