My first encounter with a Gnome was a surprise to say the least. It took me several days to recover from the sight of the really cute Forest Gnome. I have to admit that I did not quite believe yet. The more I thought of the fleeting glimpse the more I came to realize that I had not in fact seen anything. I had been just a figment of my imagination.

When the time care around to go out for my walk, I decided that I would walk without my mp3 player as I normally do. As I walked outside of the house, my mind argued within itself. “You’re Crazy”. “You’re insane”. “You were just imagining everything”. But through all of these accusations, a very quiet voice whispered to me. It was hard to hear, as it was drowned out by all the rest of the noise, but a squeaky “It was real” caused me to look a little bit harder at where I was walked and to slow down my usual pace so I could listen to the forest a little bit better.

The day was beautiful, the sun was shining, and the birds were chirping. There was a very slight breeze that brought in the smell of fresh flowers. I paid all of those things no heed. Somewhere from when I stepped outside my front door to where I was, about halfway through my normal walk, I began to believe. And so I looked and listened.
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Posted: July 2nd, 2008 under Garden Gnomes.
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