I’d like to introduce you to my adopted siblings, Liam and Jimmy. (Not the Lilliputians on the table.) These two lucky lads still live at home with my parents.
I know what you’re thinking. Why on earth are these fellas isolating and social distancing? There’s a backstory. All good gnomes have a story, right?
My mom found these poor abandoned souls buried in the garden of one of the homes we rented. I was a well cared for teen at the time. However, these boys we’re in pretty rough shape.
If I remember correctly, one was an amputee and needed some reconstructive surgery. In fact, both of them required some serious TLC. So my mom cleaned them up, patched em up, gave ’em both make-overs and some bright new duds. She’s very creatively talented and quite skilled with a paint brush, as you can see.
After a rather traumatic event in the garden they’re very pleased to live life indoors. I guess this makes them home gnomes. These fraternal twins are still very close, but not too close! They’re maintaining a safe distance of 6 feet apart. (I don’t think that’s 6 feet.)
My dad calls them my freeloading siblings. However, I think Liam and Jimmy do earn their keep. As you can see, the taller one (Jimmy) spins a good yarn, and Liam is a bit of a handy man. He always has a hammer in his hand.
Gnome names are important! Therefore, some thought was applied. Liam was chosen because gnomes are Irish, and the name Jimmy was decided upon because he reminds my parents of my grandpa James. (Awe, isn’t that so cute?)
Next up are a couple of my in-laws. The munchkin sporting the Whoville hairdo is our great-neice, Lizzy, and the rather joyful mushroom enthusiast is aptly known as “Happy.”
The evidence speaks for itself; He’s so well loved that he’s been put up on a pedestal. As per all respectable gnome kind, Happy also earns his keep. He’s such a good hugger. So is Lizzy. ❤
This isn’t a gnome. This is uncle Dennis. He was treating his gnome nephew to a fresh coat of paint.
Happy does spend part of the year outdoors, but he prefers to Winter in the garage. Uncle Dennis has his own home. He prefers to live as far away from us as possible.
Now I’m wondering if Dennis has any of his own gnome kin. He’s the gent who bought my mother-in-law Happy. What a nice brother to maintain his sister’s gift for her, huh?
Over yonder is my father-in-law enjoying someone else doing the work for a change, as Vincent van Gogh intently chooses a paint colour. Happy looks pretty happy, too. A little too happy if you ask me. What was he up to?
Another pampering may be in order for this wee lad. Nevertheless, Happy never complains. He just keeps smiling and sitting pretty.
A special thanks goes to my wonderful parents and in-laws who humored me when I pestered them for photos and facts for my post.
P.S. I’ll let you in on a little secret. Today is my birthday. 😮 No, this isn’t an April Fools Day gag. The real joke was played on my parents who were expecting a boy after having my two older brothers. They tried for a second daughter, but it wasn’t to bee. Thus, I ended up with a little brother instead. I guess God felt that I was all the daughter they needed, uh… or could handle? 😆 Happy birthday to me… *she sings as she washes her hands for 20-30 seconds* Where’s my cake!? 😮
“Now, brothers and sisters, we ask you to appreciate those who work hard among you, who lead you in the Lord and teach you. Respect them with a very special love because of the work they do.
Live in peace with each other. We ask you, brothers and sisters, to warn those who do not work. Encourage the people who are afraid. Help those who are weak. Be patient with everyone. Be sure that no one pays back wrong for wrong, but always try to do what is good for each other and for all people.”1 Thessalonians 5:12-15