Tuesday Intro-The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien
An unexpected party
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.
Should I continue reading? My nine year old grand daughter is highly recommending
this book...
Musings on ageing without too much trauma, from the porch of my 120 year old saltbox style house.
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
First Chapter, first paragraph...
Tuesday Intros-Driftless by David Rhodes
The morning ripened slowly. Ten o'clock felt like noon. July Montgomery cut open a sack of ground feed and poured it into the cement trough. He looked out of the barn window into his hay field, where low-lying fog stole silently out of the ground, filling space with milky distance. Beyond the fence, the tops of maple, oak, and hickory formed a lumpy, embroidered edge against infinity.
I will read this book. This paragraph brought me right back to my life on the farm...
The morning ripened slowly. Ten o'clock felt like noon. July Montgomery cut open a sack of ground feed and poured it into the cement trough. He looked out of the barn window into his hay field, where low-lying fog stole silently out of the ground, filling space with milky distance. Beyond the fence, the tops of maple, oak, and hickory formed a lumpy, embroidered edge against infinity.
I will read this book. This paragraph brought me right back to my life on the farm...