Berry Power!

You know how it goes. The little gnomelings are alway full of energy and trying to think of new games to play. They love to run around and laugh. One of their favorites is pretending to be super heros, and it comes as no surprise that all these little strawberry kisses want to be the same hero when they grow up. There's no convincing them that there is anygnome more cool than the Guardian of the Strawberry Patch. He's always ready for adventure! The strawberry kisses donn their costumes and chant their own mottos while leaping across the field... "Strawberry fields forever!" "Hippidy Ho and away I go!" "Step away from the berries!" and "Berry Power!" are just some of the silly things you may hear amongst the giggles.


PERSONAL GNOTE:
I'm so excited about the way my fruit gnomes are developing their own personalities. I think the idea of gnomes disuising themselves as the part of the garden they're from is adorable and I have other ideas in mind to continue that theme. This little posse came about from my attempt to explore different colors of strawberries. As you can see, some have white seeds while other have black or yellow. I also messed around with the size of the seeds just to see how it looked. They are all different but they all turned out so cute, don't you think?

Gnorwegian Gnelson

Ve just love Gnorwegian Gnelson! She is a proud little gnomette, but you wouldn't know it if you met her because she doesn't tink she is any more special than da gnext gnome. She just tries her best to be honest and sincere, and dat has won her many friends, don't cha know? Gnelson just loves to share jokes with her friends. Have you heard the one about Ole and the doctor? Ole went to his Doctor for a physical, complaining about his gnookie life. The Doc told him to walk ten yards a day, den call him on da phone. A week later, Ole telephoned his Doctor. "How's your gnookie life," inquired the Doc. "What gnookie?" blurted the Gnorwegian. "I'm seventy yards from home!" Oh, dat's a good one, Gnelson. She just smiles timidly and says, "Now, if you will excuse me, I really must be going. Uff da! Where did I put my flowers?" Hehehe... dere on your head, Gnelson. Right where you left dem.


PERSONAL GNOTE:
My first custom order! She was fun to make, but I especially loved reading up on Norwegian jokes. Thanks, Angie!

Lucky Day

Today is a lucky day! Look what this little lad has found! He was just walking through the clover patch on his way home and he stumbled to the ground, and landed on his nose, but when he opened his eyes, right there in front of him was a four leaf clover! How lucky indeed! Not very many gnomes are lucky enough to find such a treasure. Just wait until his friends see this... Now he's sure to have good fortune for the rest of the year!


PERSONAL NOTE:
Another little gnome for my shop. I figured that people might start looking for St. Patrick's Day stuff soon. So cute! Someone please buy a gnome! :)

Tiny Thumper

Shhh! Do you hear that? Listen closely. It sounds like a tiny thump thump thump. Oh! I know where it's coming from! It's coming from this tiny thumper. Every where she goes it seems she brings an bitty upbeat beat along with her. It's obvious that she loves music and wants to share it with the world. Why? Because once the music starts, she knows she just has to thump along to the beat. It may start with her nose twitching, but inevitably it seems to spread throughout her bitty body until she is thumping to the beat from tip top to rump bump. She just can't stop herself. From jingling bluebells to trumpeting lilies - as long as it has a beat, she'll put it in her pocket and take it along with her until the day comes when she, or somegnome she loves, needs a bit of a pick-me-up. Works like a charm!

Guardian of the Strawberry Patch II

It's no secret that strawberries are delicious, but the ones that are grown by gnomes are particularly sweet and juicy. So it should come as no surprise that the town council voted unanimously the strawberry patch needs to be protected. Not just anygnome can qualify for such an important job. We need a master of the mind, a master of disguise, a master of all things green... who better to protect the patch than a master gardener?! Now that the strawberries are safe, the gnome colony has no worries about having enough berries for their upcoming strawberry festival. It's one of the best events of the year!


PERSONAL GNOTE:
Ok... So I thought that my Forget Me Gnot angel gnome was the most precious of them all, but then I met this fellow. OMG! Is he not the definition of cuteness that gnomes stand for??? He's my second strawberry gnome and though I loved my my first strawberry, I think this one tops my list now. I LOVE how he has FEET and a TAIL!!!! I have to give Michael credit for that one. Anyway... he's going up in my shop later today!

One Lump or Two?

Some gnomes believe there is nothing better than an afternoon tea in the garden. The dainty hats, sugar snap cookies and mint tea served in buttercups - it's all so frilly. And gnomes LOVE frilly! But these three wee tea drinkers know that it's not really the frills that make tea time so much fun. It's the company! And they LOVE to have tea together. The gossipping, laughing and reminiscing of good times together is what makes tea time so magical. Everygnome wishes they had more time for tea with their loved ones, and it's no different for these gals. The mother cherishes every opportunity to recapture the memories she shares with her two daughters. And boy are there some doozies! So, would you like one lump or two with your tea, and please... do tell me more!

Forget Me Gnot

Our little ones whisper,
"Forget me not",
As their specialness wraps
around our heart.
Their short little lives
Hold meaning and love.
Their spirits have touched
us-each and everyone.
They have left their gifts
For us to uncover,
If we open our eyes,
our hearts and our lives.
The road to discovery
is hilly and dark.
Will we long harbor the pain
or set our wings for the light?
Our lives have been changed,
our paths filled with sorrow.
Yet their memories embrace us
and our love lasts forever.
If we open our hearts,
their gifts shall unfold,
as we
forget them not.


PERSONAL GNOTE:
Sometimes the words just don't come. And sometimes that's ok. As much as I tried, I just couldn't write a cute little gnome story for such a sad event. I found the poem above from a Google search for "Forget me not poem" but I can not tell who wrote it. My heart feels heavy as I know there is not much I can do or say. I hope this little angel can work some magic that I could not. Even if just a little. Hugs to my loved ones for their loss. I love you!