Friday, October 30, 2015

The gnomes are drowning!

He's in it up to his beard. In fact it looks like an extension of his beard. She, meanwhile, is in it up to her boobs. They both look deliriously happy, which is why they are there in the first place. They came before the grass indeed. Long before.

If you find them you have found us, for it is our doorstep plant put there precisely to welcome guests - and family - back, usually, or for the first time. They replace a spikier plant. And the gnomes used to be more deeply within the garden. A great improvement in both cases.

Gnomes and 'gnome beard' plant, as I will call it, are meant to be together - hence the name.

I don't know whether or not to trim the gnome beard or leave it to grow where it wants, which will probably be all over the comely pair, burying their happy smiles. If not trimmed, they will loose their gnome shape entirely and then be reduced - or elevated - to pure plant, effectively.

I think I'd better trim the green gnome.

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