from one of the Harry Dresden novels by Jim Butcher:
"Twilight is a much different experience when you're far away from the lights of a city or town. Modern civilization bathes us in light throughout the hours of darkness - lighted billboards, streetlights, headlights, airplane lights, neon decorations, the interior lights of homes and businesses, flood light that strove across the sky. They're so much a part of our life that the darkness of nught is barely a factor in our daily thinking anymore. We mock one another's lack of courage while industriously making our own lights brighter, more energy efficient, cheaper and longer-lasting. There's power in the night. There's terror in the darkness. Despite all our accumulated history, learning and experience, we remember. We remember times when we were too small to reach the light switch on the wall, and when the darkness itself was enough to make us cry out in fear."
from TV chef and author Adam Liaw:
"There is no greater contrast than that between the miracle of our existence and the mundanity of having to experience it every day."
We see them everywhere.
In gardens, in gardening shops, in fairy tale books.
There are so many kinds, working gnomes, resting gnomes, fishing gnomes, even the seven dwarfs have appeared in gnome form in several gardens.
But they are all men.
Where are the women?
Where are the wives and mothers of these male gnomes.
Why can't I buy female gnomes to put in my garden?
A little gnome house would be appreciated too, but I've never seen one that isn't a mini-miniature. Perhaps even a little gnome pub. Or a fishing hut, a garden shed.
Am I just looking in the wrong places?
Last weekend, on Saturday night, a happy incident occurred here. I was lying in bed, on my back with my knees drawn up and after about three minutes of lying still, I felt and heard, something move and click back into place just above my tailbone. For the first time in almost a month I was able to get out of bed pain free. The constant lower back aching is gone.