This will be a summer piece with stories from the hoop house. I have a garden gnome and in his strange way he keeps me company. Here is the first installment. My goal is to post once a week throughout the summer, a small piece under 3oo words. I hope you enjoy it and its humor. Keep your eye on him….he’s trouble.
An Introduction to Mr. Gnome
Mr. Gnome (pronounced Ga Nomē) thinks he is French, when in fact he is one hundred percent Scandinavian. I’ve tried to tell him this but he always refers me to his accent and incredibly over exaggerated mustache.
“Your stache is a sticker from my junk drawer and your accent is fake.” I tell him.
“Ha!” Is all he said back.
Living in my hoop house he watched me with those dark eyes as I went about my business of watering, planting and weeding.
“Hey girl.” He winked. “Are you going to get dirty today?”
“What? Oh my god, you wish.” I replied as I sprayed him with the hose.
He is a stupid flirt.
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