Ministry for the
Welfare
Of
Garden
Gnomes



So recently I have become a bit... infatuated...

Ok.. Maybe a bit TOO infatuated.

I like them. They are comforting and lovely. They provoke images of childhood cartoons and magic fantasy lands. Who doesnt want to look out into their garden and see an ever-smiling, ever-safe and friendly little figure standing out there among the carrots and yew bushes? They are happy. Just to be there. Just to stand there with their pipe and little red hat and sit on a stone and just be there for you whenever you need a sense of security that only their calmness could offer. I love the little bastards... I love to think that their is something better then what we have right now in the world.

In a way, it is political.

Because, these gnomes and faeries and mushroom people that live in, within our minds, little boots and broken teapots and cans and roots and the like, they are nearly primitive communists. I mean, they live off the earth, am I right? They never war against each other, and it is a collective effort on each citizens' part to keep the society functioning and alive. You know, pass the water bucket down the line, or go and pick berries, or sweep out the lillypad.

Very much the way it was with the natives. However, with the natives it was more of a spiritual thing, and with the Gnomes it is more of a happy-go-lucky thing.

And the funny part is, that, no matter how much I hate kids for being total sponges of the media, kids are the only ones that could ever possibly imagine such a thing. Or even SEE it, in many cases.. And I am talking about kids that have had no outside influence. Like, back in the day when there was no TV or computer to rot the minds of the youth. When kids had jobs at 9.. Or hell, when they could walk. Kids now a days, between Sponge Bob and Naruto and all that, they can imagine things, yes. But what do they imagine? That their barbie dolls come alive? That their made-in-china princess dress makes them better then everyone else? Imagination is different now. Its strange, isnt it. How something so pure and timeless as imagination could change.

But when there was nothing to influence that imagination, this is what kids saw. Happy civilizations of creatures and critters that could get along and live by their means, live off the earth without hurting anyone or anything. IE: The EXACT opposite of where we are going.

Maybe if everyone in the world had a garden gnome. Maybe then, we could look at the rosy cheeks and snow-white beard and think:

Yeah. That's the idea.


~Lynch