The Gnomes of the Snowlands

Before winters disappears entirely, as it has almost done, here's a little reminder of those long, darker days when spring seems to have decided to skip a year or two. This fellow stands serenely at the foot of the front door of Art and Miranda Davis's place in Copper Harbor (Miranda is my daughter). Art enjoys his gnomes, for some reason I cannot fathom, and there are a number of them inside and outside around their CH cabin. I was so pleased to give him a couple more this past Christmas. I insisted on buying them for him, though Marsha couldn't believe what I was doing as we looked them over in a market in East Lansing. This chap is the Davis's Greeter Gnome, nearly buried in the snow a few months ago, but still holding his post.