I walked outside this afternoon to see my mini garden gnome had taken a face plant into the leaf debris that feeds my artificial flowers. Draped by last years St. Patrick's Day beads; yellow plastic arms still carrying a traveler's suitcase. A sunny Sunday and I can't help but wonder how long he's been like this. I guess the important thing is someone finally found him, and perhaps after his rest he'll be ready to stand up and face the inevitable springtime.
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