OK, so I’m a lazy gardener.

I’m a good example of what happens when a city mouse shacks up in suburbia with a country mouse: I get all excited about gardening every spring, make plans, plant a buttload of stuff, and then forget about the upkeep. Like watering and weeding and harvesting and watering and weeding and … you get the idea.

But all may not be lost: Herby the Gnome is back.

We think Herby has belonged to this house since it was built in the 1940′s. He ran away shortly after we moved in, after his less than welcoming first encounter with Kevin:

But this weekend, I spied a familiar face peeking at me from within the basil.

Perhaps garden gnomes are like those house elves in the Harry Potter books: they can’t leave until their masters give them new clothes. One more good reason to ban Kevin from doing the laundry.

[tags]garden gnomes, herbs, surburbia, house elves, brown thumb[/tags]