I have wanted a gnome for a long time and Dad recently found one at a garage sale.
By definition, a gnome lives in the interior of the earth and acts as a guardian to their treasure. I tried to bond with this gnome so that he might consider ME his treasure. He’s tucked in safely by my front door – a happy surprise to anyone standing at my door knocking.
I’m sure like most inanimate objects around my house, he will soon acquire a name.
But for now, I hope he will feel gnome sweet gnome……