It’s no secret that I love a good garden gnome. I think they add spunk and joy and color and just plain old fun to the dreariest of gardens. That’s why I have one where we had to take down a tree a year ago. A memorial of sorts.
This guy hangs out, half-way hidden, on the side of a front garden that is just on the verge of bursting into full springtime growth. I almost missed him the first time I passed this house, but now I can’t help but notice his daisy-topped hat.
I love that these folks have made full use of their front yard with plantings as well as a raised vegetable garden. This makes the second spring that I’ve promised I’m going to plant lots of veggies. Really, really I will.