Post by emseypop on May 24, 2009 20:45:47 GMT 1
My name is Harry, and I am a Plastic replica of a Toby Jug. Origins unknown, but lived contentedly in a Rose Bush in my owner’s garden. As time passed, I retreated further into the shade and that was probably my downfall.
One day I noticed weeds growing in the garden and strangers wandering around and realized my owners had moved and overlooked me.
This is where my extra-gnome-like powers came into play and I was able to travel through time and space and after a long search discovered the location of my family’s new garden. Then it was a simple matter to use those same powers to transfer myself and find a suitable perch to sit on.
Much to the amazement of my owners who could only assume I was misplaced during the move.
I am happy here - there is more to see - so alls well that ends well.
I’ve known this little guy since I was a small girl
He lived in my Grandma’s garden and then in my Godmother’s garden when my Grandma died
Now my Godmother has died he is with me
He must have seen such a lot in his life; if only he could talk
He was never referred to as a Gnome – they gave him a special name and I cannot remember; I think it could have been Little Man but not sure
I've looked over this garden for 20 years now,
The first ornament that arrived here when new.
How things have changed - some good, some bad
And mistakes have been made, still are, but not cast in stone.
I keep being moved - variety is the key
And I've watched as things come and go.
There's a black and white cat that wanders the garden now,
Snuggling into my neck or looking to see what is in my barrow.
I wonder what plants I'll get this year?
Hope they are not too tall again, I can't see the view
At night, with no-one around, when I wander,
That's when I see......
My name is Tarqin and I've got gender issues,
I've a face heavily made up, and ultra clean shoes,
I've not gone down very well I'll gnoming circles, round the pond,
but thats OK, cause, my family and I have a real bond.
I wasn't expensive, I cost only a pound.
I'm a bit fragile but structurally sound.
I brighten up the garden, and keep the living stone Daisy's in check,
and if anyone has a problem with that, what the heck!
Simon in an apprentice weeping angel. He wasn't a very good weeping angel. To be good you have to be alert. Simon was a dreamer. And some 'bugger' put a mirror in the garden. Simon didn't expect that! Simon weeps no more, and is now a permanent resident in Sleepy's garden.
The comp for June will appear in the village show box within the next few days, so check back in soon peeps.