Wednesday 17 March 2021

Gnomes!

 These gnomes have been part of my life for almost as long as I can remember. The smaller one belonged to my Grandma, sat in her garden pushing a long gone barrow and is made of a strange rubbery material . The larger was chosen by me as a wee boy in Rankins at the west end of Princes Street and is terracotta. He once sported a wooden rake, also long since gone. The ivy is beginning to overtake them and they will need rescuing too. The book by Twiggs Way is recommended. I managed to sit in the sunshine today for the first time this year, caught up on some reading...





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  1. Ah... wearing the outfit of a retired educator... and the plaid of Clan Auldmanintweed....

    Cheers;
    Eric

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    1. Khaki shorts in the Garden today, tropical kit! :)

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  2. (chuckling at Eric's comment) :D

    Looks like some (sun)light reading. I have painted a few miniature gnomes.

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    1. Do tell more of your miniature gnomes...

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    2. You can see them here: https://talesofmirth.blogspot.com/2020/11/gnome-not-so-sweet-gnome.html
      They are rather evil-looking. Might be good for Christmas scenario or garden "party".

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  3. Few activities give more pleasure than reading in the sun on a warm spring day.

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  4. Rescue party needs to be put together before those two old chaps are swallowed up forever!! Interesting looking book, will have a look for that. It is nice to see the sun out, definite feel of Spring about the last couple of days.

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  5. Nearly bought those books but regret I didn't!

    My mother had a friend who made garden gnomes and sold them. So I finished up with a couple of them... then the paint all washed off in the rain... then the plaster absorbed water and they gradually fell to bits...

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    1. Hope you will get another chance very soon.
      A very sad gnome story indeed!

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  6. You can always tell a chap by his tweed - or tartan! Bravo

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