A solitary figure draped in a simple white sheet with two soft dark eye-holes stands upright, slightly left of center, holding a woven wicker basket of white daisies at waist height. Painted in a folk-art, non-photorealistic manner, it reads as sweet rather than frightening.

Tall dried grass and daisy clusters fill the foreground, while shrubs and trees in rust, ochre and muted olive line a low horizon beneath a hazy, cloud-filled sky. Soft overcast light and loose, heavy-bodied impasto, with palette-knife and brush texture and canvas tooth showing through thin passages, give the meadow a nostalgic, pastoral, wistful feel.