Good morning, everyone,

In June my husband and I had a serious water catastrophe in our house and we had to move out entirely during the restoration.  Since we couldn’t be there, I was rather worried about the lack of loving energy in the house (because I’m that sort of woman), what with the sounds of the demolition and all going on, and I decided to get a Gargoyle to protect the house and I put him in the garden where I thought he would be happy. He is surrounded by a plethora of Knockout Roses and Hydrangeas and Forsythia and Lilacs and Magnolia Trees and tall ornamental grasses.  And a birdbath.  One has to have a birdbath.

I made a public post about my new little friend on July 14th, to which the divine and wonderful Colin Lucas-Mudd responded with an Ode to Gregorio, who was, in fact, named by his wife, Donna Lucas-Mudd.  Gregorio is pictured on the right below, and he wishes to express his profound thanks to Donna for his name and to Colin for these lovely words:

Ode to Gregorio

When winsome Gargoyles sit and wait,

‘Neath the hydrangeas shady,

They oft times dream of conversation,

With their owner lady.

It’s rare, ‘tis said, by those who know,

That Gargoyles want to be,

In a high-traffic area, near a door,

In this they’re just like thee.

Now of all the Gargoyles that exist,

O’er mountain, hill, and ocean,

Just one, Gregorio, stands apart,

For his love, his eternal devotion.

I just got back from checking on the restoration only to discover that a huge hydrangea leaf had grown over Gregorio’s face.  He was quite miserable and mad at me, and so I won back his good graces by getting him a friend, who is pictured on the left. 

She, too, is very sweet, although she has a bit of a grumpy demeanor, because she doesn’t understand the madness in our country at the moment and finds it quite a bit of work to keep everyone’s spirits up.  Not to mention that Gregorio, being a boy, seems to expects her to do the bulk of the work now.  Isn’t that the way of it always?  A woman’s work is never done, even if you are a Gargoyle.

Colin Lucas-Mudd was kind enough to compose an Ode for Gregorio’s new companion, lest her grumpiness increase and turn into jealousy.  I’ve pulled his Ode out of his comments below and am including it here so I have everything all in one place.  Thank you, Colin, for the name, and apologies Donna Lucas-Mudd for rejecting Giovanna as a first name, but I’ve made it her middle name (Now I’ve started trouble with Gregorio).  Ah me.

Pandora’s Prayer

Yes, the hydrangea was a hassle,

It’s growth was unrestrained,

But kind Giselle fixed with a snip,

Now My joy is back—maintained.

And my love shall grow, of this I’m sure,

In the joining of our souls,

When Romney loses in the fall,

A victim of the polls.

Then I know, when justice wins,

When the people rise and act,

We’ll guard the garden, home and hearth,

‘Tis not hope, my friends, ‘tis fact!

My original post about Gregorio is below, should you be curious.

Have a lovely Sunday.

Giselle

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