Gnome and Cleo, a burgeoning love story.
Although our Gnome is nearing the fantastic age of four, the fact of age is almost irrelevant in the life of a hearty, busy gnome. Her fascination with animals now includes Cleopatra (or Cleo) the cat, a Persian who most closely resembles a barred owl. Gnome tries to pet Cleo whenever she gets the chance to visit Bunica's house.
Gnome is also a steadfast member of the Cousin Isla fan club- the only fan club permitted in the Coryell Castle.
Our fan club policy stems from one of our theme songs, Kill Yr Idols by Sonic Youth. But we make an exception for Isla. Because we date our doctrines rather than wed them.
The longest nurser and co-sleeper in our household continues to be the most independent of its younger members. Gnome plays with blocks alone on a regular basis, building entire worlds filled with stories and secrets.
She maintains a magical sense of connection with the goings-on of a different dimension- one we might call "irrational" or "foolish" if we were foolish enough to think that way. For example, while we waited for the Eldest to finish his chicken-sitting tasks, Gnome started chuckling from the backseat of the car.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Ha," replied Gnome, wondering if I could be trusted with the more elusive aspects of metaphysics.
"Why are you laughing?" I persisted.
"Because that house has funny eyes," Gnome announced with a grin. "It got eyes like a fly so it can see us really good," she continued, pointing towards the house.
I nodded, laughing. The King cackled. Gnome added that our castle was blind because it's eyes "didn't work at night for a long time".
Enter Prophet, who quickly explained that's why the fireflies come to our yard- to help the house see at night.
So the Gnome grows like a wildflower, and the joy she brings multiplies every day's bounty and blessing. Do you have a Gnome at home?
