In my yard, a little gnome rests. Watching over the garden and trees, he holds the memories of trips spent at my grandma's house. Each time I look to my window, I'm reminded of her. Puzzles and movies, beach trips and scrabble, and most of all, her little gnomes and bee themed figurines which decorate each room in her house. I listen for the wind chimes singing his tune - her tune, a joyful melody for the peaceful gnome.