Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday to Paranoidangel42!
Several years ago (2005!) I wrote this drabble as her birthday fell on General Election Day. As it's Election Day again, I'll reprint it for everyone. It's no longer a true drabble, but I've shoe-horned in as many references to UK political parties as possible 😄
The Politics of Gardening
Elrond sat cross-legged beneath a tree in the garden of Bag End, watching Sam hard at work.
“You look hot, Sam,” Elrond commented. “I confess, when it comes to gardening, I prefer watching others labour.”
Sam joined him in the shade, surveying the garden proudly. “My old Da were a terror on weeds and such - but I prefer a more liberal approach. Even weeds have their place, though I reckon they seem to grow while you kip!"
The door opened, and Sam’s little niece flew across the green lawn. “A ’tory, Uncle! A ’tory!” she lisped.
Sam settled her on his lap. “Aye,” he agreed comfortably. “A story.”
Several years ago (2005!) I wrote this drabble as her birthday fell on General Election Day. As it's Election Day again, I'll reprint it for everyone. It's no longer a true drabble, but I've shoe-horned in as many references to UK political parties as possible 😄
The Politics of Gardening
Elrond sat cross-legged beneath a tree in the garden of Bag End, watching Sam hard at work.
“You look hot, Sam,” Elrond commented. “I confess, when it comes to gardening, I prefer watching others labour.”
Sam joined him in the shade, surveying the garden proudly. “My old Da were a terror on weeds and such - but I prefer a more liberal approach. Even weeds have their place, though I reckon they seem to grow while you kip!"
The door opened, and Sam’s little niece flew across the green lawn. “A ’tory, Uncle! A ’tory!” she lisped.
Sam settled her on his lap. “Aye,” he agreed comfortably. “A story.”