Posted on June 7, 2012 by Mariameet Froderick This is the way my husband torments me. I found this little guy nestled in my roses. This after I said there would be no garden gnomes. If nothing else, he complied. No garden gnomes. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
He’s cute! I’m not a garden-gnome fan either, but I’d never say no to a nice St. Francis statue…wonder if they make one in “herb-wagon” size? Reply
Awesome Simile !!
“Froderick”? LOL
did you see young frankenstein? cuz I know you thought Fr. Roderick
I did not see young Frankenstein, and I DID think Father Roderick!!
He’s cute! I’m not a garden-gnome fan either, but I’d never say no to a nice St. Francis statue…wonder if they make one in “herb-wagon” size?
Cute, but I have a soft spot for frogs and presents 😉