The Hobbit Hole IV – The Road Goes Ever On…

[HairOfTheDog]

Welcome to The Hobbit Hole!

The Road Goes Ever On…

• First thread: New Zealander builds Hobbit hole
• Second thread: The New Hobbit Hole
• Third thread: The Hobbit Hole III - Journey to the Cross-roads! (Congratulations, we filled it up!)

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

[Overtaxed]

Heh....right now it's just being annoying. The little knob thingy won't push all the way down.

[Corin Stormhands]

Is it Friday yet?

Can't be. There's too much to do on my Thursday "to do" list...and that's after I leave the office.

There has been a disharmonic convergence in the Stormhands family Daytimer. Corin is about to call the family together for a "Come to Mother Earth" meeting...

[Corin Stormhands]

Don't be a stranger pal. Let us know how you're doing.

BTW, when do you need the next round of checks? And how much? I'm thinkin' you said late December, but I'd rather go ahead and beat the Christmas ru$h on my checkbook...

[RosieCotton]

Overbooked? ;-)

[Corin Stormhands]

Yep, and it's ever-body else's agenda whut's drivin' me crazy...We got it figgered out. I just don't like it.

/whine

[HairOfTheDog]

Rose.... Fabulous old photos. I love those and the stories behind them!

Good morning Corin! - I think if you had posted that poem to me I would have wacked you with a stick!

Good morning everyone!

[Corin Stormhands]

I think if you had posted that poem to me I would have wacked you with a stick!

It's actually a song. I'll sing it to ya at Entmoot.

[My back yard]

Mary had a little lime
and a lot of gin
And every where that Mary went
She didn't know she'd been!


LOL. I love that!

[HairOfTheDog]

It's actually a song. I'll sing it to ya at Entmoot.

I look forward to that! ;~D

[ecurbh]

Neat pics, Rose!

By the way, I have done a little bit of work on that photo you sent me a couple months ago.

[My back yard]

Your posts always bring back so many memories. I was a frustrated science teacher kind of mom. And my son, in particular, the perfect student. Everything we did together became an experiment. One I remember was the night we walked through the grocery store parking lot full of crickets. I don't remember how it started, but the argument was that I was squashing more crickets than he. We spent the next half hour calculating the differences in stride/shoe size from the car to the door, and tallying hit-rates. he was about 8 then. (Yeah, his almost double stride more than compensated my larger shoe size.)

[2Jedismom]

Hey...you think chickens are cheep?

Also, did you know that it is documented that there were chickens in Minas Tirith?

[2Jedismom]

And they would be what I consider "backyard" chickens at that.

[2Jedismom]

Gotta take Joshua to school...bbl.

[HairOfTheDog]

did you know that it is documented that there were chickens in Minas Tirith?

A detail I had previously missed! That changes everything! I am not sure how, but I am sure it does.

[HairOfTheDog]

~grin~

[2Jedismom]

Woohoooo! I love this part.

In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.

All save one. There waiting, silent and still in the space before the Gate, sat Gandalf upon Shadowfax: Shadowfax who alone among the free horses of the earth endured the terror, unmoving, steadfast as a graven image in Rath Dínen.

‘You cannot enter here,’ said Gandalf, and the huge shadow halted. ‘Go back to the abyss prepared for you! Go back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master. Go!’

The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kingly crown; and yet upon no head visible was it set. The red fires shone between it and the mantled shoulders vast and dark. From a mouth unseen there came a deadly laughter. ‘Old fool!’ he said. ‘Old fool! This is my hour. Do you not know Death when you see it? Die now and curse in vain!’ And with that he lifted high his sword and flames ran down the blade.

Gandalf did not move. And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn.

And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluin’s sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last.

[RosieCotton]

I looked up that breed. Really cool looking eggs.

But over two hundred dollars a chicken? Wow.

[Ramius]

Good morning. [yawn] [sip]

What news of the mark?

[HairOfTheDog]

Oh I am off trying to poke rude people with a stick this morning.

Ya want me to come up this afternoon with this bed?