All Hobbits, Big Folk, Elves, and Dwarves welcome!
Well, it's been a long time since my last entry. Oi could prob'ly write a whole book on all that has happened, but Oi won't 'cause most of it weren't worth writin' about. Some o' the time Oi was sick; other times it were my Mum.
What Oi will write tonight is about my cum-pen-dee-um. Mister Frodo says Oi should tell 'bout my love of all things that grow. I just don't know where t' start!
My Gaffer is a Master Gardener. Hobbits from all over Hobbiton an' beyond come t' 'im wi' questions 'bout why this'un won't grow or what would make that'un bloom better. Most of all, 'e's best known fer growin' the biggest an' bestest taters in th' Shire.
Oi grew up learnin' ter grow things. Mostly garden stuff, but Oi loved the flowers and shrubs better'n any garden plant. So many colors and so many textures abound an' Oi love arrangin' them in flower gardens fer all Hobbits to see an' enjoy.
Oi went t' work fer Mister Bilbo Baggins ter tend 'is flower gardens and grounds in exchange for 'im teachin' me my letters an' numbers. Now my Gaffers says Oi din't need t' know 'ow ter read an' write. 'e never 'ad to an' got along quite well wi'out 'em.
Me, Oi wanted ter learn my letters as much as Oi loved to work the soil. An' Mister Bilbo told me stories 'bout 'is adventures to Iron Mountain an' back. 'e told me 'bout the beautiful place called Rivendell where the Elves lived an' the beautiful gardens an' buildin's they created.
Th' more 'e told me 'bout that place, th' more Oi wanted ter make the gardens of Bag End the beautiful-est place in Hobbiton. Oi would go out an' find plants an' wild flowers from the nearby woods an' Oi would dicker wi' other gardeners, tradin' plants whenever Oi saw somethin' Oi thought Mister Bilbo would like.
Oi was 21 years old when Mister Bilbo an' Mister Frodo 'ad that big Party in 1401. Oi was there, and there was my cousins, Tom, Jolly, Nick an' Nibs Cotton. Oi think it's the first time Oi really saw Rosie as somethin' besides being my only girl cousin. She was beautiful... dancin' wi' ribbons in 'er hair....
Sorry. Now you see why it's so 'ard for me ter write this 'ere com-pen-dee-um. Oi always wander off th' subject. Where was Oi? Oh, yes!
Then Mister Bilbo said his 'good-byes' and 'POOF!' 'e disappeared! Mister Frodo ('avin' been adopted by Mister Bilbo) became the Master of Bag End, an' although 'e is my Master, 'e treats me like a friend. Which makes me want ter make Bag End even better than before.
Now, it's a downright shame that more hobbits don't think flowers are necessary for one's well bein.' But Oi think a view of sweet smelling and perty flowers can do much to make one's day start better. That an' a really good breakfast.
Oi'm gettin' ready to gather some plants that you 'ave ter plant in the Fall, so that they'll grow in the Spring an' Summer. They need the cold of winter to make them sprout when the weather warms again.
Oi got some really interestin' things called 'bulbs' from Tobold Took. He says 'e got them in Undertowers from a Dwarf(who would'a thought!) who told 'im they came from the North countries. Even got a sketch o' what the flowers supposed t' look like in bloom. Oi sure 'ope they look like th' sketch. Oi've got a place all picked out where they'll be in the Spring sun.
Well, it's time fer bed, so Oi must put down my quill an' ink for today.
What's up with the Oi? are you like punk rock or something?
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