And the reason why, is because yesterday was such a very good day for a sock bun. Because when your hair is over two feet long and needs washed (again, for crying out loud), sometimes it’s just better to bundle it all up onto the very top of your head. And the sock bun is really such a clever little thing too, only here’s a little warning: it doesn’t exactly work like it ought to on hair so long as mine. I had to wrap the ends around about twice instead of tucking them. (Google “sock bun”, it’s actually pretty clever how they do them.)
But gosh, enough about socks and buns; there is a real reason why yesterday mattered! It was the 75th anniversary of The Hobbit today, which made the entire earth (the earth itself; not necessarily the people on it) nestle back further into its atmosphere armchair, and give a sigh so deep and happy, because “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit,” is the start to one of the most beautiful things ever created by man.
Can’t tell I’m a Tolkien fan, can you?
In my opinion, such great literature ought to be celebrated every day, or at least once a week. But I suppose once a year will have to do… Since some people do have a life or something. Ah well. Such is the way of the world.
At any rate, the first order of the day was breakfast (always a good way to start). But it had to be a small affair… because the second order of the day was, of course, SECOND breakfast!
So breakfast (on the porch with a lovely setup)- sausage, fried eggs, toast with peach jam, and coffee.
And then second breakfast (on part of the lawn by the lilacs, with a candle, the proper book for the day, limited company, and extra teacups for the people we most wished could have been there with us)- loose-leaf pear tea with honey, and banana chocolate chip muffins.
So you’d think that would be some lovely little festivities for the day… But THAT was only the BEGINNING. And I’m starting to think every weekend should be like this.
So Ma left, and took the little sisters with her, and then we implemented the “divide and conquer” strategy for the little brothers for several hours. You wouldn’t think those little things would affect the day so much… but we’re talking 1) sudden and drastic peace and quiet, 2) no more arguing amongst younger siblings, 3) little brothers suddenly having sweet, manageable, pleasant attitudes towards life. And that is invaluable. INVALUABLE I TELL YOU.
So pictures were drawn, housework was sort of accomplished, and then all of a sudden it was Lunch Time. Which, given how the rest of the day had been, automatically turned into Picnic Time. Because what else would you do with the rest of a Hobbit Day??
So we broke out the picnic basket, the paper plates and cups, the special little foods that we don’t usually have…
We piled into the basket the following: apples, yogurt, chips, homemade sour pickles, peanut butter and peach jam sandwiches, cheese and turkey sandwiches with sweet onion mustard, more banana muffins.
We fetched a gingham sheet for the grass, mix up some brown (because of sucanat- the natural sugar) lemonade in the vintage thermos, and headed out to the yard.
And then we braved many stickers, some chickens, a few curios cats, a very rude pug, quite a few spills and almost spills, and had ourselves a picnic. And then a walk. And then a movie. And then little boy(s) that were splendid all day decided it would be cool to act like babies because the movie had to be turned off “early”. Before it was done. OH THE HORROR.
So Happy Hobbit Day yesterday, and also Happy Birthday today to Bilbo and Frodo Baggins!
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”
-The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien.
And also I carved this into an apple. Only most of you probably won’t get it. That’s okay. Not everyone can be a nerdly as I am.