in my travels to clean windows i quite often see broken garden gnomes in folks gardens. Theyve been there at least as long as ive been cleaning windows,ten years plus.I never touch them but i always look over ,do sometimes say Hello to them .
Whats the back story to them,how did they arrive like that ? Do i want to know?its the mystery factor i will never know the back story
It got me thinking…. theyre not perfect-bit like people,nobody is perfect nor should they be – but theyve all still got their place in life .