Unfinished. Gregory the Garden Gnome

It was going to be another rainy day, realised Gregory as a large drop of water rolled down his bulbous nose. He gazed outwards through bright porcelain eyes, seeing the same angle of the small pond and the grass and wooden fences behind it as he always saw. One windy Autumn he had been knocked over and replaced at a slightly different angle, and although for a brief few hours he had seen more sky from his horizontal position than ever before, his slightly altered position now meant that he no longer had a view of the beautiful snapdragons off to his right. He could still hear the bees buzzing around them in the summer time, and picture their fuzzy little bottoms disappearing into the flower before they backed out again with yellow powdered legs. Instead of the snapdragons though he could now see the butterfly bush just at the corner of his vision. He couldn't focus that far left for long, but for brief periods at a time in the spring, Gregory enjoyed seeing the fluttering colours and patterns meandering around the lilac flowers.