Every neighborhood or town has one: the resident Crazy Lady. Maybe she has 40 cats or hoards junk in every room until she's confined to winding her way through a maze of trash.
Our neighborhood's Crazy Lady is largely unseen. She stands behind a thicket of untrimmed bushes, shrieking at the world when she's having a bad day.
On a good day, she decorates her trees with stuff like this:
Parts of this are actually kind of disturbing:
Euwww! Skull-printed black webbing! But the rest of the signage is in such happy colors:
I have no idea what she's trying to say. Not sure she does, either. But I do love the message at bottom of the sign:
Those are pretty wise words, whether you're off your meds, or not.