13/08/2026
As summer fades, the days in the Shire grow slow and sweet, like ripening plums. The August sun still warms the hills, but the first evening chill already hides in the shadow of wide branches, heavy with apples. Step by step, you wander deeper into the garden, wrapping yourself in the folds of a travel cloak and brushing your fingers against the wet greenery. A recent brief shower has left heavy drops on the petals of hollyhocks and phloxes, making the flowers glisten in the gathering dusk. Ahead lies a quiet evening, the faint rustle of a sleepy garden, and the kind of home warmth you only truly appreciate after a long walk.
