mr. little guy.

I know I have told you about the gnome, excuse me, tree elf, that lives at lake harriet, right? There is a little door in a tree around the running path that is always occupied by a few little kids (or adults;) huddled around it, peering in, and leaving notes, trinkets, and whatever else they want. When Emily and Paul were in town this summer, we all wrote Mr. gnome notes and left them in the tree. I had heard he writes everyone back, but it was hard to believe. It was truly one of the best days of my summer when I opened that little door, flipped through all the notes, and found mine! It now lives in my type case holder in my kitchen. How magical!