You know when you get something stuck in your head and you just can't let it go? Most of the time - for me, at least - it's a lyric. I'll think it over and over again in my head trying with all my power to not verbalize it because then the problem gets worse. Just ask Tyler. The story of what he calls our 'first date' (which it was not, by the way) is most unfortunately tied to one such incident - but that's a story for another time. . . maybe.
For the past, let's say, four or five years I've been trying to not give in to my inner child on this one particular issue. I had a stroke of genius, even if it was immature. Whether or not I actually caved or simply changed my mind is all gray area. Let's just say if the nagging 'brilliant idea' I've been putting off were a song, I've sung it out loud now and I'm threatening to do it again, and again, and again.
This is an area we ride at the ranch called the 'Enchanted Forrest'. Oooh, Ahhh. Enchanting, no? The majority of the property is covered in aspens, but when you enter 'The Enchanted Forrest' it's like you're riding into a Fairy Tale. A kind of dark one. Snow White, Hansel and Gretel, you know. It feels ancient, captivatingly beautiful, and a little spooky all at the same time. The smell of this area is what men's cologne that's touted as 'woodsy' should smell like. Intoxicating. I always picture creatures slipping behind a tree, scurrying into a hole, or taking flight as we go through. So it's no wonder I wanted to put a creature of some kind there. Right? I'm right, right?
Meet Jerome. It took me years to find the perfect Gnome for this assignment. (Thank you, Target, as always.) I'm not kidding. I searched the world, or at least the world wide web, and I finally found Jerome right here - at the mother ship. Who knew. He's perfect.
Meet Jerome. It took me years to find the perfect Gnome for this assignment. (Thank you, Target, as always.) I'm not kidding. I searched the world, or at least the world wide web, and I finally found Jerome right here - at the mother ship. Who knew. He's perfect.
So now the Enchanted Forrest has a real live Gnome that calls it home. (Don't make me come out there and fight you. He's real, alright.)
He's just small enough that you won't notice him unless he's pretty much pointed out to you. Did I already say 'perfect'?
What? There's a what? Under where? See what I mean. Genius.And now all I can think about is planting more Gnomes. Scratch the itch, what do you get?
