I Must Be A Hobbit
Mr Chiots and I were watching The Lord of the Rings yesterday evening (I got him the blu-rays for Christmas) I've always loved the Shire, the little underground Hobbit houses and their gardens with wicket fences. I love the way J.R.R. Tolkien describes the Hobbits:
But where our hearts truly lie is in peace and quiet and good, tilled earth. For all hobbits share a love for things that grow. And, yes, no doubt to others, our ways seem quaint. But today of all days, it is brought home to me: It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life.