OK, so I like gnomes
In fact I Amazoned two more this size on Saturday, and I already have a dozen tiny ones plus 4 or 5 concrete outdoor guys. Blame it on sister D, I think. She gifted me three irreplaceable garden lights, Alpine designs on spotted mushrooms, all gone now except one classic faded fellow atop his broken edged shroom…
Damn. I was done with this post and lost the whole thing, now I’m starting over which is not easy because of Errors like this. Anyhoo...,
…shroom, last of my three treasured lights. I favor the Alpine-togged fellows, aus dem Schwartzwald, but we must see their eyes. Many modern gnomes wear hats over their eyes and have big billowy noses. They hold no appeal for me, neither do naughty gnomes. We want to see kind helpfulness in their eyes and poses.
The irony is not lost in their creation from Chinese resin, though I think I value them less for this cultural difference—appropriation for profit, to which I am certainly contributing.
So don’t think, boys and girls, that the material goods you collect have no social, soulful ramifications.
Ersatz, it was once called.
And this little gnome holds one more tale to tell. He arrived in a tight box after dark in heavy winds. I had forgotten I ordered him and ripped the packaging right off, thinking “Dispose of it NOW!” Humph. Cute. I set him on the doorstep and stomped down the driveway with Red, which was why I was out in the first place, to walk the dog on a cold night. A was also on the doorstep with us, holding recycling to toss; he tripped over his own foot, taking a scary fall. Thank God he wasn’t hurt, but Red and I booked it down the driveway for that last pm walk. When we returned, A was safely in the house. The gnome had also fallen, but broken the tip off his pointy cap.
No disappointment, though. He now does duty as a very attractive vase.
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