No Place Like Gnome

There was a movie, Amelie, I think, with a traveling garden gnome. If memory serves, the gnome was kidnapped and given to flight attendant who took photos of the gnome in a variety of global locales. The gnomes owner, a stay at home, risk averse type, was inspired to begin his own travels. Our gnome had no such luck. If I'd known Sarah was going to be sleeping in hotels with crocodiles in the courtyard pool, I would have sent the gnome along. But, alas, I did not and our gnome is at home, in his perch under the grapevine. And soon, I'll move him into the mud room for winter when the view is not fabulous at all.
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