My Dearest Greenwood Hobbits,

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Ah, what a splendid season this is — my very favorite, if I may say so! The air is crisp, the leaves dance in golden swirls, and the evenings call for lanterns and steaming bowls of stew. Yet my heart feels a wee heavy for those beyond our borders caught in hurricanes and wild storms. The world grows ever more restless, reminding us that, just as we tend our gardens, we must also care for the greater earth to keep its seasons bountiful.

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Still, how thankful I am for our snug hobbit-holes and this sweet corner of Greenwood Shire. Autumn is a fine time not only for harvest but for mending what is worn. A hobbit finds good cheer in patching a torn pair of trousers, straightening a bent rake, or replacing the handle on a beloved ax. There’s joy in giving old things new life, rather than running off to buy new.

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Dear neighbors, please take good care of yourselves, too! And when the chores are done, do ramble a bit among the hills and brooks, for they are glorious in their autumn colors. And if you’re feeling spry, lend a hand where it’s needed — for giving warms the heart like a great bonfire on a chilly eve.

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May your hearth be bright, your harvest hearty, and your spirit light as a leaf upon the breeze.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yours ever truly,

Bill-Bob Baggins