A Small Mystery

A new gnome arrived on our doorstep on Sunday. He was delivered by the US Postal Service, a mystery in itself since I didn't think they ever  did anything on the Sabbath, but, pushed by the advent of email and online shopping they must be desperate.

The larger mystery is that we have no idea who sent the charming fellow with a wee bird perched on his hand. What began as a silly joke many years ago has now become a little family of gnomes which we quite enjoy. If anyone is tempted to confess, please do so that we can thank you properly….

No mystery about the gorgeous flowers. They came from our green thumbed daughter who managed to find time between taking care of Ozzie, sending two boys and a husband off to various spring break destinations and training Blake, to arrange flowers from her garden and bring them by.