Last fall, my boss (now former boss) was chatting with us about a conundrum she had.
The year before, her mother (who'd lived with her and her husband for several years) had died. And while they'd cleaned out, or packed away most of her things, there was one thing she felt guilty about throwing away - a garden gnome.
Anyone who knows my former boss knows she is not the garden gnome type. The fact that she even allowed her mother to buy a garden gnome and put it in their garden was a bit of a surprise - but it shows just how deeply she loved her mother.
But now here she was - she clearly hated the gnome, but said it felt like a betrayal to just toss him in the garbage.
Now me... I like gnomes (in moderation) and my garden didn't have gnome... and I told her I'd be more than willing to adopt him and give him a happy home.
So last fall, G'Nomeo (so named by my former bosses late mother), came to live with me. He's been bunking in the dining room through the cold weather. But this past weekend, I decided it was time for him to get outside and see the world (or at least the backyard.)