A gruff garden gnome
stands steadfast on the parched and fissured earth, clutching a sign
that plainly betrays his disdain for any who dare approach. His
lofty purple hat bestows upon him a solemn gravity, as though
he were a sentinel of hallowed ground rather than a mere flowerbed.
The sight is both quaint and strangely compelling in its stern and
forbidding character.
