People familier with me will not be surprised to know that I tend to walk certain specific routes from place to place. I encounter this tree on one of my routes home from the library. However, I usually walk under it, not on the opposite side of the street.
But in doing so, look what I discovered hiding.
Nice, I wonder who put it there and if they’re abandoned or just placed there.
Ugh, that’s kind of creepy. I’m not terribly keen on garden gnomes. They’re not as bad as dolls or marionettes (shudder), but they’re still high on my “do not want” list.