For the several faithful readers of this site, being family and friends who are enjoying our garden's growth from afar, this weekend's 'happening' will kill you.
You'll remember Mr. Gnome from many posts ago, which we acquired from a hardware store in St. Catharines, with the stipulation to give him a good permanent home.
He's quite short, but being made from cement weighs 60 to 70 pounds, (except after dark when rumour, as in our daughter Ali's conjecture, is that after we fall asleep, he does come alive and plays in the garden).
He was placed atop the cement wall at the back of our property which separates us from the bustling of six lanes of the QEW and four more lanes of Service Roads.
Facing these ten lanes, we decided his responsibility in life was to now watch over all the drivers and keep them safe.
Little did we know how fast he was to become iconic in other people's lives!
Early in the week Mar's Mom Ruth asked, "Where's Mr. Gnome gone?"
Hmmm. Was my daughter right????!!!!
I've heard of Gnome's being stolen, but this one would be tough.
On the other side of his high wall perch is our town's 30 foot buffer zone, fenced and locked, with a huge ditch full of rocks, plus trees and brambles galore. I think it is a flood prevention overflow thingie ... hardly a safe place to transverse to grab a gnome.
Our yard is fenced and locked ... who'd want to trespass from our side?
Hmmm ....
Every day this week Ruth was asking where he was. Her bedroom window is closest to Mr. Gnome's perch and we suddenly realized that this joke to us was now more significant to her: Mr. Gnome had become part of her routine, seeing him perched, watching traffic, had quickly become one of those daily things that become truly iconic and habitual with those her age, seeing him from her window had become a comfort to her.
Where was he!
Mr. Gnome Before the FallSuddenly mid-week I realized where he must have gone.
Even at such a weight he must have blown off into the town's property during one of the high wind storms we had experienced a few days earlier. Standing on a bench and peering over .... there he was, lying on his back in the grass on the other side. (To tell you the truth, he looked very cozy and relaxed! ... and as grumpy as ever ... he does have a very dour face.)
But how to retrieve him??????
I did not relish calling the town and asking for the key to their storm overflow area to retrieve a gnome. People have been taken away in white coats for less!
I could not leap that high wall in a one bound ... my gymnastics agility garnered at Royal George High is now totally a fast fading memory. From the other side it has to be a seven or eight foot return climb, with zero foot or hand holds, so that was the LAST option.
Suddenly, on Saturday morning, I had it! Lasso him just like a cowboy would grab a steer!
So with a ladder, rope tied like a lasso, and a long rake to push the rope around his neck, up to the wall I went.
I did not realize Mar was following me with camera in hand.
The event is recorded for all to see.
But it all came to a very, very funny ending! Mr. Gnome has evidently become an icon in other people's lives too! ... as you will see at the end.
So here's a pictorial of the rescue and be sure to read the ending ....
Showing My Best Side!




Mr. Gnome Home Again!
The Victory Dance, a la Rocky
Several hours after the rescue, all at home were now relieved to know Mr. Gnome was back and in one piece, especially Ruth. At least that's what we thought.
Later in the day we got an E-mail from the United Parcel Service delivery man, (Dennis is known by ALL in town and he knows everyone even better!). He drives any one or all of those ten lanes many, many times a day.
It said simply, without even a signature, "Where's your wee man on the fence?"
Even professional drivers know what is now REALLY keeping them safe on the QEW!
Better get him back up there asap, this time with anchors!