Ever since I first saw the movie Amelie, I have wanted a garden gnome. At the same time, I have always envisioned a statue of St. Francis in my dream garden. Being the minimalist that I am, though, I knew that I didn't want both. Two garden guardians would simply be too much. Luckily, the answer finally presented itself on one of our frequent trips to the Ely Pamida this summer: All garden sculptures were 30% off and there was one gnome left. Jack and I immediately snatched him up, took him out to the Homestead and named him Frank.