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.
It’s that time of year again. The air is crisp, the days are shortening, and the urge to embark on our yearly journey is overwhelming.
There is some debate about the date of Bilbo and Frodo’s birthday, but according to our best guess, thanks in large part to the folks here, we determined to celebrate last Saturday. We had Prancing Pony Pies (calzone-like things with a ground beef mixture inside) for supper and birthday cake for dessert, preceded by a reading of Bilbo’s speech at his Long-Expected Party.
Sean and I read this story yearly, finding more to love each time.
Long live the King.