ABOVE: one of many gnomes left in my yard my the former owner.
When I was around four years old, an elf-like being came to visit me in the middle of the night. Well, I’m not quite sure he was an elf. In my four year old mind, he appeared to be an elf. He made an unbearable few months more tolerable. He visited two or three times that I remember. He wore pajamas similar to my little male cousins. One time he played the piano for me.
I know it could have been a dream sequence, but I’d like to imagine he was real and sent from another realm to make me smile. I never forgot him.
When I bought this home over three years ago, the gnomes came with it. I had wanted to haul them away, as I found them a little tacky and faded, but for some reason they grew on me. They serve as a reminder that there are many things I do not understand, and there is more to the world than a little me.
ABOVE: This one appears to have been painted and he will be close to the chicken coop
Above: I love this little sleeping gnome
ABOVE: Even this little frog was left