There was a time, a sad time, when my oldest gnomelet (she’s 5 now), would never be seen with food crusties or smears on her face or on her (gasp)…onesie. Time’s changed.
My two gnomelets run around the house and in the garden with dirty faces and even dirty smocks. And for good reason.
Trees… Where do you think napkins, gnome wipes, paper towels, tissues come from?
A mighty tree, a beautiful tree, supple and strong. A tree, so generous and benevolent…Not enough adjectives to do trees justice.
Not enough trees to keep up with how much paper people and gnomes use.
Next time you wash your hands, go ahead, wipe them on your pants, I dare you.
Hey you got ketchup on your chin…breathtaking…
© Jenaelha, Garden Gnome's Blog, 2009
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