Every year we celebrate Bilbo Baggin's Birthday on September 22. This year we were quite anti-social and made a mountain of food and ate it all ourselves. The girls got into the face/body paint and got themselves all wild and gorgeous.
RJ wears a uniform to school every day and it is physically painful for her to be so conformist. A brown t-shirt everyday on a kid who would rather have leggings on her arms and a sari and a crown and red cape and high heels and bat wings? So on the weekends there's a special joy in wearing whatever mad thing she can think of.
While Matt took over the kitchen, the girls and I wandered around the farm-- all the way out to the far end with the coffee trees, the truck graveyard, the wild guavas, and the ohia lehua.
This truck! In just a year it has melted into the pine needles. Reminds me of Gollum's riddle...
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
Wild Child...
The jury is out on the guavas.
The Feast! Roast Beast, Challah, chicken pot pie, mushies and bacon, taters, bubble and squeak. Happy Birthday Bilbo!
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