Murphy’s Law isn’t the same anymore after Murphy from Gloucester got to take a wee trip around the world for seven months. I’d rather travel with my host family than some stranger, but for those lucky gnomes that get a professional vs. a trouble-maker, the spoils can be rich.
I prefer the BBC coverage, but they didn’t allow me to embed the video.
I could take pictures every day in the garden. These paniculata might not equal the splendour of what you might find at Hydrangea World, but they certainly look nice potted to the side of the front door of my master’s house.
The weather has finally turned seasonably warm for the first time in weeks. Even though I can get a wee bit sweaty under my tunic, the flowers are loving the bright sunshine and I’m happy to report blooms on the nasturtium I planted along the stone wall at the back of the garden.
I’m certainly a sucker for animations featuring garden gnomes, and James Burks created this wee animation about a pet alligator and his surrogate teddy gnome. I won’t spoil the ending, but it did turn my stomach. Young garden gnomes beware …
I’ve had a wee listen now and then to Van Morrison’s music, but had no idea he was into garden gnomes. Apparently during a performance in Philadelphia he mumbled something about a gnome outlet. Go Van!
During “Ancient Highway,” part of a medley that also included “In the Afternoon” and “Raincheck,” he muttered something about a store on the side of the road “that sells garden gnomes.” Other than that, and stopping to ask if anyone had heard his classic 1968 album Astral Weeks before a stirring “Madame George,” he kept his inscrutable thoughts to himself and the music moving forward.
I just love Sarah Caterisano’s wee illustrations, but I was really impressed by the likeness she achieved in this gnome carving. This easily could be my elder cousin Weinhold. It’s all a bit uncanny.
There are lots of links to other awfully talented humanfolk to follow as well.
Imagine my surprise to get an award for my gnome ramblings. I humble thank you to Amongst the Oaks for the award. Laura has a great blog which allows me to catch a sunny view of nature even when the weather is dominated here in Ireland by clouds. We certainly know what wellies are on this side of the pond!
She also is taking great care of Finian, who appears to be spoiled residing at an English cottage in California.
I suppose I need to display this wee statuette on the virtual mantle.
What a clever idea the wee folks at studio TX came up with … a seed bomb balloon with garden gnomes painted upon them. My German is a bit rusty (perhaps I need to send this to a relative to be translated), but the balloons made their debut at the Temporary Garden installation in Aachen this past June.
Each balloon is made of PLA plastic and painted with 100% water-based chalk. The balloons take 4-6 months to decompose and leave a burst of color in their wake. Finally, a lawn ornament suitable for all those barren, abandoned lots.
via the wee folks at Inhabitat
I noticed at the Oxegen festival that the two most likely groups to want to talk with me were nice ladies and drunk men. The ladies were all very sweet, especially this lovely dear who gave me a wee peck on the cheek. The green hair reminded me of a troll doll princess (which is a compliment, dear.)
The drunk men on the other hand were mostly a nuisance, constantly flicking the end of my nose or trying to pull of my hat.
I had never been to a music festival before and this past weekend I traveled to Oxegen. Gnomes can be great camping companions as we can watch over tents. It was entertaining for me to observe the humanfolk struggle to survive outside for just a few short days.
Gnomes are known to enjoy a wee tipple now and then, but I was quite surprised by how much drink was about. At my size, one bottle is quite enough. My wee ears are still ringing, though I met many new friends who might just appear on the blog in the next few days.