That’s Audrey “Amelie” Tatou up there with her gnome (thank you Miramax). Cute, I know, but not cute enough to make a gnome-lover out of me. Even after the celebrated designer, Philippe Starck, whose work I love, created a family of garden gnomes (here’s one)
I still wasn’t about to make a place for a gnome in my garden, my home or my heart.
But it turns out that my little corner of Connecticut must be a hotbed of anonymous gnomial activity because, unseen, unheard and uninvited, the gnomes turned up.
I mean, take a look at this – it’s what I found in my garden earlier this summer, just after returning from Paris
Pretty fabulous, isn’t it? And obviously the work of gnomes, right? Who else would do such a thing?
Then yesterday, Michael and I pulled up to the house and, as I always do, I jumped out of the car and went directly to the garden. Here’s what I found
To you, this might look like an ordinary scarecrow. But to me, it looks precisely like a mini female edition of Abner, the scarecrow who lives up the block. Could Abner have wandered down and bequeathed me his firstborn? I don’t think so. It’s got to be the gnomes at work again.
Next thing I know, the ghost of Christmas past will be hovering over the garden.
If this keeps up, I might just start believing in the tooth fairy. In the meantime, I’ll keep believing in the adorableness of my friends.