So I asked friends on Facebook and Twitter, what they thought of gnomes. Love them? Hate them? Here's a sampling of responses:
Love Love Love. Magic HappensSee? It's definitely a mixed bag.
Gnomes are right up there next to clowns: Scary!
Gnever have I thought so deeply. It's gnot that they are evil per se, it's just that when you turn your back, you gknow they're up to gno good.
Better than Santa, because you don't have to work so hard to impress them.
We have 2.5 gnomes. Or I should say we did. Now we have 4.5 gnomes. The gnomes are multiplying, but not just on their own. Oh no. Evidently, we are becoming a gnome sanctuary. A gnome haven. A gnome retreat. Because an anonymous package was left in our mailbox this week:
Intriguing, isn't it? No stamp, so it was left in person by someone who wished to remain anonymous. Inside?
Ah ha! I took the envelope outside and look who skipped right on out and found a place in the garden?
And hanging from the garden gate...
Ah yes. The haven for gnomes. AdRi is worried. I can't help but laugh. It's all good. The others? I checked in with Seymour of the Woods, and we was too busy bowling to comment.
Stormin' Norman was too busy guarding his unusual plant in the Gnome Grotto to have much to say about the new gnomes.
Oh don't get too lovey dubbey with Norman. He may look nice, but at night? He gets his freak on.
And one bonus photo. This was shared with me by @RichardMiller on Twitter. It's certainly proof that Portlanders may love their gnomes. And thank god, they're environmentalists. Proof? Gnomes tending their green roof:
They also love playing on my garden gate. See? The abandoned gnomes now have a home. So whoever left them in our mailbox, thank you.